<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:31:53.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiefseeTagebuch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-2081303947228823735</id><published>2009-06-03T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:37:44.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was heute ohne SMS nicht so passiert wäre</title><content type='html'>Zwei Mädchen in der Straßenbahn, die eine schreibt eine sms, die andere guckt ihr über die Schulter. Die Schreibende überlegt.&lt;br /&gt;"das hab ich gespürt. .... Spüren ... schreibt man das mit H?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die zweite hilft:&lt;br /&gt;"Ach... schreib doch einfach, du hast es gemerkt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warten an der Straßenbahnhaltestelle vom Krankenhaus.&lt;br /&gt;Werdender Papa und Freundin der werdenden Mama haben die werdende Mama in den Kreißsaal gebracht. Freundin erzählt mit werdendem Papa, der mit werdender Mama sms schreibt während die nach dem Einlauf auf der Toilette sitzt.&lt;br /&gt;Hier ein paar Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Och, sie zickt schon wieder wegen dem Namen."&lt;br /&gt;"Soll der jetzt doch nicht Rein heißen?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ry-an, nicht Rein. Kannst du den Namen nicht aussprechen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, sie ist total zickig."&lt;br /&gt;"Vielleicht hat sie Schmerzen. Du wirst sehn, die wird nachher noch so richtig zickig. Die wird so RICHTIG zickig."&lt;br /&gt;"Dann geh du doch nachher wieder zu ihr, ich kann da eh nicht hingucken.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, DU bist doch der Papa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-2081303947228823735?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/2081303947228823735/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-heute-ohne-sms-nicht-so-passiert.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2081303947228823735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2081303947228823735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-heute-ohne-sms-nicht-so-passiert.html' title='Was heute ohne SMS nicht so passiert wäre'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-4930090817291188385</id><published>2009-05-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:50:57.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 23rd</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;They're watching me, lined up,&lt;br /&gt;like vultures waiting to rip and tear flesh from the bones of a carcass.&lt;br /&gt;The flies are humming around my head.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm dead already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-4930090817291188385?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/4930090817291188385/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-23rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/4930090817291188385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/4930090817291188385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-23rd.html' title='April 23rd'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-2721164211225283500</id><published>2009-05-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:35:36.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindheit nachholen pt. I</title><content type='html'>Heute habe ich gelernt, wie man von einer Schaukel springt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-2721164211225283500?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/2721164211225283500/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindheit-nachholen-pt-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2721164211225283500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2721164211225283500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindheit-nachholen-pt-i.html' title='Kindheit nachholen pt. I'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-3614491497912790504</id><published>2009-05-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:48:46.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drei Wünsche</title><content type='html'>Ich wollte manchmal&lt;br /&gt;ich wäre so erfahren&lt;br /&gt;wie ich alt bin&lt;br /&gt;oder auch nur&lt;br /&gt;so klug&lt;br /&gt;wie ich erfahren bin&lt;br /&gt;oder wenigstens&lt;br /&gt;so glücklich&lt;br /&gt;wie ich klug bin&lt;br /&gt;aber ich glaube&lt;br /&gt;ich bin&lt;br /&gt;zu dumm dazu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erich Fried]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-3614491497912790504?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/3614491497912790504/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/drei-wunsche.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/3614491497912790504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/3614491497912790504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/drei-wunsche.html' title='Drei Wünsche'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-282417565056121451</id><published>2009-05-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:26:41.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drei Fragen</title><content type='html'>Wenn Liebe&lt;br /&gt;nicht länger mehr sein kann&lt;br /&gt;hört sie dann&lt;br /&gt;wirklich&lt;br /&gt;zu sein auf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sie&lt;br /&gt;aufhören kann&lt;br /&gt;zu sein&lt;br /&gt;war sie dann&lt;br /&gt;wirklich Liebe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber wenn sie nicht aufhört&lt;br /&gt;kann sie&lt;br /&gt;dann wirklich&lt;br /&gt;nicht länger mehr sein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erich Fried]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-282417565056121451?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/282417565056121451/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/drei-fragen.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/282417565056121451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/282417565056121451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/drei-fragen.html' title='Drei Fragen'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-6574137573773251060</id><published>2009-05-25T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:09:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich suche an den falschen Stellen</title><content type='html'>Galileo erklärt mir, warum die Dinge sind, wie sie sind. (Das hat nicht einmal mein letzter Psychologe geschafft.)&lt;br /&gt;Mit Obi kann ich mir das Paradies nach Hause holen. (Und es ist nicht allzu teuer.)&lt;br /&gt;Und bei Globus ist die Welt noch in Ordnung. (Vielleicht sollte ich dahin ziehen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verrückte Welt. (Obwohl sie doch eigentlich so heil ist. Werbemenschen zufolge.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-6574137573773251060?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/6574137573773251060/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-suche-den-falschen-stellen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/6574137573773251060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/6574137573773251060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-suche-den-falschen-stellen.html' title='Ich suche an den falschen Stellen'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-3595034683797581532</id><published>2009-05-20T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:04:14.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohne dich</title><content type='html'>Nicht nichts&lt;br /&gt;ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;aber nicht dasselbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicht nichts&lt;br /&gt;ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;aber vielleicht weniger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicht nichts&lt;br /&gt;aber weniger&lt;br /&gt;und weniger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht nicht nichts&lt;br /&gt;ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;aber nicht mehr viel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erich Fried]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-3595034683797581532?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/3595034683797581532/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohne-dich.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/3595034683797581532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/3595034683797581532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohne-dich.html' title='Ohne dich'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-2383972982101905693</id><published>2009-05-13T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:32:01.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es ist Muffin-Zeit, Muffin Muffin Muffin Muffin-Zeit!&lt;br /&gt;Muffin Muffin Muffin... Muffin-Zeit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke, Brianna :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-2383972982101905693?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/2383972982101905693/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-ist-muffin-zeit-muffin-muffin-muffin.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2383972982101905693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/2383972982101905693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-ist-muffin-zeit-muffin-muffin-muffin.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-7590456693460167236</id><published>2009-05-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:19:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So viel Leere</title><content type='html'>Ich schnitt den Fremden auf, bloß ein kleines Stück;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich holte mir mein Herz zurück.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aus&lt;/span&gt; Die Ärzte - Nur einen Kuss]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-7590456693460167236?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/7590456693460167236/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-schnitt-den-fremden-auf-blo-ein.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/7590456693460167236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/7590456693460167236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-schnitt-den-fremden-auf-blo-ein.html' title='So viel Leere'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-8006090798527915185</id><published>2009-05-02T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:16:03.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 4.48&lt;br /&gt;When depression visits&lt;br /&gt;I shall hang myself&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of my lover’s breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.48&lt;br /&gt;when sanity visits&lt;br /&gt;for one hour and twelve minutes I am in my right mind.&lt;br /&gt;When it has passed I shall be gone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarah Kane]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-8006090798527915185?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/8006090798527915185/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/8006090798527915185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/8006090798527915185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-4960418035650597123</id><published>2009-04-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:07:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for online exhibitionism pt. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gesucht ist ein Song...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dich traurig macht:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unheilig – An deiner Seite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…bei dem Du weinen musst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Billy Joel - Lullaby (Good Night My Angel) – in der Interpretation von den Wise Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dich glücklich macht:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oogie Boogie's Song - The Nightmare before Christmas O.S.T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;Hallelujah Chorus - Messiah (Händel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…bei dem Du sofort gute Laune kriegst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie - Hallo Spaceboy (PetShopBoys Remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Billy Idol – White Wedding&lt;br /&gt;The Proclaimers – I’m on my way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubus – Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Wise Guys – Tekkno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika – Relax (Take it easy)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spontansammlung …&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kann aber genauso passieren das mich diese Songs nichtmal zum Lächeln bringen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…bei dem Du nicht still sitzen kannst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Deiner Meinung nach zu kurz ist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Gahan - Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dir etwas bedeutet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice – The Blower’s Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du ununterbrochen hören kannst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antwort wird noch überdacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du liebst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Verve – Bittersweet Symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du besitzt, aber nicht magst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antwort wird noch überdacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…dessen Text auf Dich zutrifft:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed - Weathered&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby&lt;br /&gt;edgy and dull&lt;br /&gt;and cut a six-inch valley&lt;br /&gt;through the middle of my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;aus Bruce Springsteen – On fire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...von einem Soundtrack:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens – Trouble [Harold and Maude]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Was für ein Song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den du schon live gehört hast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Orchid – Fury in the Slaughterhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;der nicht auf deutsch/englisch ist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garou – Je suis le même&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der von einer Frau gesungen wird:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Björk – All is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…eines Solokünstlers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette – Hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…Deiner Lieblingsband:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depeche Mode - The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…aus Deiner frühesten Kindheit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Schallplatte „Kinderlieder aus aller Welt“ von Gerhard Schöne.&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt alle: Ein Popel, ein Popel, ein Popel olala…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…mit dem Du Dich identifizierst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktuell: Depeche Mode - Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du Deinem Schwarm vorsingen würdest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Iris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…zum Küssen und &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zum Kuscheln: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brauch ich einen Kerl. Keinen Song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dich an Deinen letzten Liebeskummer erinnert:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat Loaf – All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;Staind – It’s been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der von Sex handelt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Gahan – Deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dich an einen Urlaub erinnert:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensch… ich weiß das ich Depeche Mode gehört habe aber ich weiß den Song nicht mehr… 2001 während der Fahrt über die Vasco da Gama-Brücke in Lissabon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dir peinlich ist, dass Du ihn gut findest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da fällt mir keiner ein!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du gerne beim Aufstehen hörst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusted Root – Send me on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…zum Einschlafen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Gibbons - Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du gerne beim Autofahren hörst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Gahan – Bottle Living&lt;br /&gt;Flowing Tears – Justine&lt;br /&gt;Manowar – Fight until we die&lt;br /&gt;Therion – The wondrous world of Punt&lt;br /&gt;Korpiklaani &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- With Threes&lt;br /&gt;Zeromancer – Neo Geisha&lt;br /&gt;Registerarie aus Don Giovanni (W.A.Mozart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Marianne Faithful – The ballad of Lucy Jordan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;……Ich liebe Autofahren mit Musik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dir schon mal in einer Situation geholfen hat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Toten Hosen – Steh auf wenn du am Boden bist&lt;br /&gt;(viel spannender wäre hier wohl die Situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der Dich nervt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…der dich rasend macht:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fällt mir auch grad keiner ein.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den Du von einer/m Freund/in lieben gelernt hast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live – Lightning crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…den du gerade hörst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerade JETZT höre ich keine Musik.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Die Jukebox in meinem Kopf spielt gerade „One Night in Bangkok“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…einer Band, die es nicht mehr gibt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed – Signs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have fun, Brianna :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-4960418035650597123?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/4960418035650597123/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-for-online-exhibitionism-pt-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/4960418035650597123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/4960418035650597123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-for-online-exhibitionism-pt-ii.html' title='Yay for online exhibitionism pt. II'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-56864236229270445</id><published>2009-04-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:41:02.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for online exhibitionism</title><content type='html'>Juhuu, ein Stöckchen. Gefunden bei &lt;a href="http://moeppi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://moeppi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; und weitergeworfen zu &lt;a href="http://greengaeliclupin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://greengaeliclupin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Schlaf-Stöckchen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lieblings-Schlafposition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf dem Bauch oder eingerollt auf der Seite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hast Du ein “Einschlafritual”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesen. Lange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hast Du ein Kuscheltier, Knuddelkissen o.ä.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja. Mein geliebtes Nilpferd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Was machst Du, wenn Du nicht schlafen kannst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An meine Großmutti denken, die gesagt hat „Hauptsache, der Körper ruht“. Heiße Milch mit Honig trinken. Oder… ich helfe medikamentös nach. Höhö.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wie groß ist Dein Bett?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich mich diagonal reinlege, hängen meine Füße unten fast nicht mehr raus. Eigentlich komfortabel genug für zwei, nur halt zu kurz. Für mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wie viele Kissen hast Du?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Linke oder rechte Seite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissen? Oder ich?&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich allein schlafe, dann meistens diagonal von links oben nach rechts unten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wie lässt Du dich wecken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von meinem Wecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am liebsten aber von einem ganz bestimmten Menschen. Der sich über meine kratzige Hangover-nach-zehn-Whiskey-Stimme freut und so lange mit mir quatscht bis ich richtig wach bin und aufstehen mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stehst Du direkt auf oder bleibst Du liegen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich stehe NIE „direkt“ auf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dein erster Gedanke am Morgen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will…weiter…schlafen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Was machst Du um wach zu werden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Snooze-Taste drücken. Manchmal mehr, manchmal weniger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-56864236229270445?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/56864236229270445/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-for-online-exhibitionism.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/56864236229270445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/56864236229270445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-for-online-exhibitionism.html' title='Yay for online exhibitionism'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-1504795179270380420</id><published>2009-04-28T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:42:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequence</title><content type='html'>If it's supposed to be the right thing.... why does it not feel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-1504795179270380420?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/1504795179270380420/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/consequence.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/1504795179270380420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/1504795179270380420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/consequence.html' title='Consequence'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-782150355592719364</id><published>2009-04-27T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:57:25.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April-Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYVYYWAHvI/AAAAAAAAACE/ys-frOlTGwM/s1600-h/11+CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYVYYWAHvI/AAAAAAAAACE/ys-frOlTGwM/s320/11+CIMG0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329470717635337970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYVRmDTE0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2stD6boNhFI/s1600-h/10+CIMG0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYVRmDTE0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2stD6boNhFI/s320/10+CIMG0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329470601055900482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYU-J5rjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fm9eSzuTj-g/s1600-h/13+CIMG0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYU-J5rjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fm9eSzuTj-g/s320/13+CIMG0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329470267081854578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYU6kTLAII/AAAAAAAAABs/p7AHAIvcxI8/s1600-h/12+CIMG0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYU6kTLAII/AAAAAAAAABs/p7AHAIvcxI8/s320/12+CIMG0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329470205448618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUtcUJZwI/AAAAAAAAABU/zjA9hD647N8/s1600-h/9+CIMG0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUtcUJZwI/AAAAAAAAABU/zjA9hD647N8/s320/9+CIMG0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469979966924546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUpZaDL1I/AAAAAAAAABM/TFZHKy2iefg/s1600-h/8+CIMG0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUpZaDL1I/AAAAAAAAABM/TFZHKy2iefg/s320/8+CIMG0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469910466899794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUlu66wWI/AAAAAAAAABE/RQsbMOOqkRA/s1600-h/7+CIMG0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUZOURNhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/b_KfP3zTjk4/s320/4+CIMG0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469632611956242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUTMEfdnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2_y1X5UIzs4/s1600-h/3+CIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUTMEfdnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2_y1X5UIzs4/s320/3+CIMG0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469528929695346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUA2Fz3OI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j04WLaAX7O0/s1600-h/1+CIMG0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUA2Fz3OI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j04WLaAX7O0/s320/1+CIMG0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469213792001250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUHsrE0UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E2nH3AAdRfk/s1600-h/2+CIMG0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYUHsrE0UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E2nH3AAdRfk/s320/2+CIMG0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469331523031362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-782150355592719364?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/782150355592719364/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/782150355592719364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/782150355592719364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-pictures.html' title='April-Pictures'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/SfYVYYWAHvI/AAAAAAAAACE/ys-frOlTGwM/s72-c/11+CIMG0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-6580737348969871038</id><published>2009-04-24T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:27:38.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dein Lachen</title><content type='html'>Nimm mir das Brot weg, wenn du es willst,&lt;br /&gt;nimm mir die Luft weg,&lt;br /&gt;aber lass mir dein Lachen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimm mir das Brot, die Luft,&lt;br /&gt;nimm mir das Licht, den Frühling,&lt;br /&gt;aber niemals dein Lachen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;denn sonst würde ich sterben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pablo Neruda]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-6580737348969871038?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/6580737348969871038/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/dein-lachen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/6580737348969871038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/6580737348969871038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/dein-lachen.html' title='Dein Lachen'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-8162326276690443899</id><published>2009-04-24T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:58:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we come to end of days</title><content type='html'>But in dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your name&lt;br /&gt;And in dreams&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/Sfb9UTk9iUI/AAAAAAAAACM/2PdD5K-b9EQ/s1600-h/_MG_6747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/Sfb9UTk9iUI/AAAAAAAAACM/2PdD5K-b9EQ/s320/_MG_6747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329725734334073154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...und nächste Woche gibts Photos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-8162326276690443899?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/8162326276690443899/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-we-come-to-end-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/8162326276690443899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/8162326276690443899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-we-come-to-end-of-days.html' title='And we come to end of days'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegkI5u6KXk/Sfb9UTk9iUI/AAAAAAAAACM/2PdD5K-b9EQ/s72-c/_MG_6747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333601683415645854.post-5069484477945064435</id><published>2009-04-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:25:01.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versaut? Ich?</title><content type='html'>Im Landkreis Schweinfurt wohnen über 80 Leute die mit Nachnamen Fick heißen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-5069484477945064435?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/5069484477945064435/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-landkreis-schweinfurt-wohnen-uber-70.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/5069484477945064435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/5069484477945064435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-landkreis-schweinfurt-wohnen-uber-70.html' title='Versaut? 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Und konzentriert euch auf Matthias Schweighöfer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-7010922757584969195?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/7010922757584969195/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/lacheln-trotzdem.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/7010922757584969195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/7010922757584969195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/lacheln-trotzdem.html' title='Lächeln, 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/&gt;So glaube mir: kannst ruhig schlafen,&lt;br /&gt;ich steure immer wieder her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denn all die Stürme, die mich trafen,&lt;br /&gt;sie ließen meine Segel leer.&lt;br /&gt;Die Andern sind das bunte Meer,&lt;br /&gt;du aber bist der Hafen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist der Leuchtturm. Letztes Ziel.&lt;br /&gt;Kannst Liebster, ruhig schlafen.&lt;br /&gt;Die Andern ... das ist Wellenspiel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du aber bist der Hafen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mascha Kaléko]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333601683415645854-5003346098545028091?l=marianengraben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/feeds/5003346098545028091/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/fur-einen.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/5003346098545028091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333601683415645854/posts/default/5003346098545028091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianengraben.blogspot.com/2009/04/fur-einen.html' title='Für Einen'/><author><name>M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01931968276792759800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
