not british yethttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/it's just another day in old europe.en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00not british yethttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/75/51f2d0fd08a3b2cf65bd708933b524_160x200.jpgAlberta #1http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/alberta-7190388/2009-10-17T22:30:46+02:00 <p>good morning BCUK! since i left you many things happend. but, of course, i won't tell you. why? because i forgot everthing of it. i remember nothing. it's my stupid brain. never mind... </p> <p>last friday (yesterday) our new english-teacher give us our marks for his first english-test. and... i'm shocked! I'm only get 4 of 15 points! (everthing under 5 points is failed). monday we'll write our first exam with him. i'm a little bit scared because of that.<br> but... never mind. what should happend, happends, what's not, not. or something. </p> <p>i just don't know what happend to my good purposes. maybe... they just "bloop" like a soup bubble. </p> <p><small>by the way: is there anyone, who wants a "PUSTEFIX"? it's a present to... maybe you? just comment if you're interessed.</small> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/10/17/alberta-7190388/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>good morning BCUK! since i left you many things happend. but, of course, i won't tell you. why? because i forgot everthing of it. i remember nothing. it's my stupid brain. never mind...

last friday (yesterday) our new english-teacher give us our marks for his first english-test. and... i'm shocked! I'm only get 4 of 15 points! (everthing under 5 points is failed). monday we'll write our first exam with him. i'm a little bit scared because of that.
but... never mind. what should happend, happends, what's not, not. or something.

i just don't know what happend to my good purposes. maybe... they just "bloop" like a soup bubble.

by the way: is there anyone, who wants a "PUSTEFIX"? it's a present to... maybe you? just comment if you're interessed.

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]]>What Was It You Wantedhttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/07/31/what-was-it-you-wanted-6623908/2009-07-31T10:46:16+02:00 <p>BCUK misses me. But, i can't feel it. </p> <p>My life... yeah... it's... only... boring. Very boring. So, why should i keep blogging about it? I should create an other person, a fictional character, with an interessting life. My life is much about the smell of pancakes. And listening to music and watching movies and - of course - not-thinking about future. I should care about, what Punkbands told me to do.</p> <p>How's your life? I mean, if there's anybody out there. How is his or her life? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/07/31/what-was-it-you-wanted-6623908/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>BCUK misses me. But, i can't feel it.

My life... yeah... it's... only... boring. Very boring. So, why should i keep blogging about it? I should create an other person, a fictional character, with an interessting life. My life is much about the smell of pancakes. And listening to music and watching movies and - of course - not-thinking about future. I should care about, what Punkbands told me to do.

How's your life? I mean, if there's anybody out there. How is his or her life?

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]]>Ugliest Girl In The Worldhttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/05/23/ugliest-girl-in-the-world-6160256/2009-05-23T00:13:37+02:00 <p>Hello everyone. I'm here again to tell you something stupid about my life in very bad english. You may have noticed the title of this little blogpost. it's - like always - a song by bob dylan. "ugliest girl in the world". i never listend to it, don't know the lyrics, so please don't ask me about it. </p> <p>in my stupid little world, with love and fears and hate and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/faulit/3528394574/">marchmallow-people</a> my body takes more and more place. i'm fat. and, because of my good mood, i'm always eat more and more. i get happy and happier. So, where's the problem? </p> <p>i'm afraid of getting unhappy again. i'm bigger and uglyer, and my vision of being unhappy or depressed without looking thin and nice is just horrible! It's one on my biggest fears right now, to become a big, fat emo-kid. </p> <p>I know what you think: "This kid is really dumb. Kid, get a life!" and you're right. I shouldn't cry about this little <em>Angst</em>, because being afraid of it means to live it. Blahblah. </p> <p>Don't want to talk more about this Fat-Kid-Problems. Real Life goes on. Today, for example, I talked to E. (via real Phone. Not Skype. I know, it's old-fashioned and so not state of the art. But, sorry, i'm just old and german.). I called it a "Phone-Teaparty" in my Calender. Yes, i had to make a appointment with her to only talk to her. It's fucking silly! She's my friend. Shouldn't we have time for each other? She's only 16 and had more stress than a Policemen in the 90's. This isn't Youth. This is Pre-Working-World. Damned! I want my friend back! </p> <p>And, talkin' 'bout girls, there's a girl in my class, i really think to lot about. Here name is K., and she's one of this girls who can made your heart bungeejump just with a little smile. </p> <p>And... unfortunately, there's another girl in my dumb head. She said "I love you" and ... i couldn't say it. And now she's gone. Contact break down. (Unfortunately (poor me!) she live in another city.) And my extremly exceedingly dopey heart scream every night her name. </p> <p>To protect myself i'll have to lie to me. Have to propagandize that this three girls are the ugliest girls in the world. I have to propagandize that i don't love them, don't need them, don't have to think about them. </p> <p>.<br> .<br> .</p> <p>Sorry for this chuckleheaded, cockeyed, corny, daffy, daft, dense, dumb, foolis, imbecile, nutty, sappy, silly, stupid, zanily, zany... blogpost. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/05/23/ugliest-girl-in-the-world-6160256/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Hello everyone. I'm here again to tell you something stupid about my life in very bad english. You may have noticed the title of this little blogpost. it's - like always - a song by bob dylan. "ugliest girl in the world". i never listend to it, don't know the lyrics, so please don't ask me about it.

in my stupid little world, with love and fears and hate and marchmallow-people my body takes more and more place. i'm fat. and, because of my good mood, i'm always eat more and more. i get happy and happier. So, where's the problem?

i'm afraid of getting unhappy again. i'm bigger and uglyer, and my vision of being unhappy or depressed without looking thin and nice is just horrible! It's one on my biggest fears right now, to become a big, fat emo-kid.

I know what you think: "This kid is really dumb. Kid, get a life!" and you're right. I shouldn't cry about this little Angst, because being afraid of it means to live it. Blahblah.

Don't want to talk more about this Fat-Kid-Problems. Real Life goes on. Today, for example, I talked to E. (via real Phone. Not Skype. I know, it's old-fashioned and so not state of the art. But, sorry, i'm just old and german.). I called it a "Phone-Teaparty" in my Calender. Yes, i had to make a appointment with her to only talk to her. It's fucking silly! She's my friend. Shouldn't we have time for each other? She's only 16 and had more stress than a Policemen in the 90's. This isn't Youth. This is Pre-Working-World. Damned! I want my friend back!

And, talkin' 'bout girls, there's a girl in my class, i really think to lot about. Here name is K., and she's one of this girls who can made your heart bungeejump just with a little smile.

And... unfortunately, there's another girl in my dumb head. She said "I love you" and ... i couldn't say it. And now she's gone. Contact break down. (Unfortunately (poor me!) she live in another city.) And my extremly exceedingly dopey heart scream every night her name.

To protect myself i'll have to lie to me. Have to propagandize that this three girls are the ugliest girls in the world. I have to propagandize that i don't love them, don't need them, don't have to think about them.

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Sorry for this chuckleheaded, cockeyed, corny, daffy, daft, dense, dumb, foolis, imbecile, nutty, sappy, silly, stupid, zanily, zany... blogpost.

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]]>Floater (Too Much To Ask)http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/03/03/floater-too-much-to-ask-5689187/2009-03-03T23:43:03+01:00 <p>my english teacher <em>(in german i would say: "Frau Englischlehrerin")</em> corrected a little homework for me. thank you very much! instead of blogging something... new... i will show you this little homework: </p> <p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/faulit/3326155959/" title="Bild233 von faulit bei Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3326155959_ba2c5fd517.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Bild233"></a></p> <blockquote><p><small><small><br> My name is [faulit_uk].<br> I collect Music from some 60/70s Band such Pink Floyd and alternativ music of the 90s and 2000s like Smashing Pumpkins and Hole. My CD-Collection had grown to over 120 Albums in the last 3 years. I'm a big Dylan-Fan. His music and his life is just amazing.<br> I've watched a lot of good movies. I read books, with mostly worst-case-visions of the future. On the other side I love the books of Douglas Adams. His journey around the world in "Last Chance to See" and this Dirk-Gently-Books are one of the most beautiful parts of the younger english literatur.<br> Sometimes I write short stories. 4 of them were published in a german liteartur magazin "magalit". My other short stories and lots of other stupid stuff I published on my own weblog.<br> <del>I'm the all dancing all singing crap of the world.</del><br> I love writing very much. </p> <p>I very much hope to get better results. Maybe, I hope, I'm like cheese: Going better with time.</p> <p><em>Teacher sad: "Good fun!"</em></small></small> </p></blockquote> <p>(Sorry, by the way, for the stupid Title. Dylan never sing songs about teachers. There's only one little line in this song "Floater". Dylan sings: "Gotta get up near the teacher if you can". Bob Dylan, please write some songs about the school-life! Or this little blog will... die. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0">) </p> <p>Maybe she will read this one. Because I give her the adress of this one. So... maybe... Hello, Ms. English-teacher. And also, Goodbye. </p> <p>(Comments are always welcome.) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/03/03/floater-too-much-to-ask-5689187/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>my english teacher (in german i would say: "Frau Englischlehrerin") corrected a little homework for me. thank you very much! instead of blogging something... new... i will show you this little homework:

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My name is [faulit_uk].
I collect Music from some 60/70s Band such Pink Floyd and alternativ music of the 90s and 2000s like Smashing Pumpkins and Hole. My CD-Collection had grown to over 120 Albums in the last 3 years. I'm a big Dylan-Fan. His music and his life is just amazing.
I've watched a lot of good movies. I read books, with mostly worst-case-visions of the future. On the other side I love the books of Douglas Adams. His journey around the world in "Last Chance to See" and this Dirk-Gently-Books are one of the most beautiful parts of the younger english literatur.
Sometimes I write short stories. 4 of them were published in a german liteartur magazin "magalit". My other short stories and lots of other stupid stuff I published on my own weblog.
I'm the all dancing all singing crap of the world.
I love writing very much.

I very much hope to get better results. Maybe, I hope, I'm like cheese: Going better with time.

Teacher sad: "Good fun!"

(Sorry, by the way, for the stupid Title. Dylan never sing songs about teachers. There's only one little line in this song "Floater". Dylan sings: "Gotta get up near the teacher if you can". Bob Dylan, please write some songs about the school-life! Or this little blog will... die. :'()

Maybe she will read this one. Because I give her the adress of this one. So... maybe... Hello, Ms. English-teacher. And also, Goodbye.

(Comments are always welcome.)

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]]>Wiggle Wigglehttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/23/wiggle-wiggle-5431887/2009-01-23T15:54:06+01:00 <p>Should i like it? Should i hate it? I donno.</p> <br><small><small><small><a href="http://vimeo.com/">Jimi Hendrix Like a Rolling Stone (1867)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user923405">John True</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</small></small></small> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/23/wiggle-wiggle-5431887/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Should i like it? Should i hate it? I donno.


Jimi Hendrix Like a Rolling Stone (1867) from John True on Vimeo.

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]]>love is just a four-letter wordhttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/love-is-just-a-four-letter-word-5420410/2009-01-21T22:02:01+01:00 <p><small><small><small><small>(It's surprisingly not Dylan. It's Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins, playing <a href="http://vimeo.com/1637473">"Psalm 131"</a> on 07.05.2007)</small></small></small></small></p> <p>I love my life today. I love this week, i love this life, i love my friends. I love the whole fuckin' world today. I want to hug everthing. Specially her. And i want to talk to her and touch her and kiss her. I want to hear her heartthrob in the small quite moments between <a href="http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=RUvU7VJMuE8">Dylan's Words</a>.</p> <p>I love to think about her. And I love to talk with Lena. And I love my bad marks. And I love to talk bad english... and.. <em>my god, it's full of stars. </em></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/love-is-just-a-four-letter-word-5420410/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>(It's surprisingly not Dylan. It's Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins, playing "Psalm 131" on 07.05.2007)

I love my life today. I love this week, i love this life, i love my friends. I love the whole fuckin' world today. I want to hug everthing. Specially her. And i want to talk to her and touch her and kiss her. I want to hear her heartthrob in the small quite moments between Dylan's Words.

I love to think about her. And I love to talk with Lena. And I love my bad marks. And I love to talk bad english... and.. my god, it's full of stars.

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]]>ain't talkin'http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/14/ain-t-talkin-5377268/2009-01-14T17:53:53+01:00 <p>today a guy of my class listen to the music on my mp3.<br> he dances, he sing loud and he ask me, who is singing "it's ain't me, babe" and other songs. i've tell him, "It's Bob Dylan". He didn't know him. </p> <p>I couldn't believe it. <strong>An 17-year-old boy like the music of Dylan.</strong> (And <em>MGMT</em>, but this isn't amazing.)</p> <p>Otherwise i didn't talk to him (or other people) very much. </p> <p><small><small><small><small>[Aber immerhin hatte ich in den letzten zwei Tagen mehr Kontakt zu Mitmenschen als bisher in diesem Schuljahr. Kein Grund mir auf die eigene Schulter zu klopfen, aber immerhin reden die Leute mit mir, wenn sich für sie keine bessere Möglichkeit (andere Mitschüler/innen) bietet. Nicht anders also als in den letzten Jahres. D.h., doch: Meine Noten sind jetzt scheiße. Und fauler - noch fauler - bin ich auch geworden.]</small></small></small></small> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2009/01/14/ain-t-talkin-5377268/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>today a guy of my class listen to the music on my mp3.
he dances, he sing loud and he ask me, who is singing "it's ain't me, babe" and other songs. i've tell him, "It's Bob Dylan". He didn't know him.

I couldn't believe it. An 17-year-old boy like the music of Dylan. (And MGMT, but this isn't amazing.)

Otherwise i didn't talk to him (or other people) very much.

[Aber immerhin hatte ich in den letzten zwei Tagen mehr Kontakt zu Mitmenschen als bisher in diesem Schuljahr. Kein Grund mir auf die eigene Schulter zu klopfen, aber immerhin reden die Leute mit mir, wenn sich für sie keine bessere Möglichkeit (andere Mitschüler/innen) bietet. Nicht anders also als in den letzten Jahres. D.h., doch: Meine Noten sind jetzt scheiße. Und fauler - noch fauler - bin ich auch geworden.]

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]]>death is not the endhttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/12/20/death-is-not-the-end-5248526/2008-12-20T04:25:01+01:00 <p>pavement say it right in "filmore jve":<br> <strong><br> I NEED TO SLEEP. Why won't you let me sleep?</strong> and on and on. You know. Music... </p> <p>Of corse, i'm tired and so on. but you can't always get what you want. mostly: never. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/12/20/death-is-not-the-end-5248526/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>pavement say it right in "filmore jve":

I NEED TO SLEEP. Why won't you let me sleep? and on and on. You know. Music...

Of corse, i'm tired and so on. but you can't always get what you want. mostly: never.

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]]>going, going, gonehttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/going-going-gone-5167224/2008-12-05T13:27:40+01:00 <p>today<br> everthing went wrong.<br> r.e.m. would sing "it's been a bad day. please don't take a picture."</p> <p>i fucked up the english-exam, i fucked up the french-test. history-teacher hats me. math-teacher even more. didn't made my homework and stuff.... </p> <p>faulit is fucked up beyond all recognition.</p> <p>but, we have to stay optimistic, aren't we? "situation normal, all fucked up." or, speaking with austrian words:<em> "Die Lage ist hoffnungslos, aber nicht ernst."</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/going-going-gone-5167224/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>today
everthing went wrong.
r.e.m. would sing "it's been a bad day. please don't take a picture."

i fucked up the english-exam, i fucked up the french-test. history-teacher hats me. math-teacher even more. didn't made my homework and stuff....

faulit is fucked up beyond all recognition.

but, we have to stay optimistic, aren't we? "situation normal, all fucked up." or, speaking with austrian words: "Die Lage ist hoffnungslos, aber nicht ernst."

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]]>billy 7http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/30/billy-5139491/2008-11-30T20:18:08+01:00 <p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="picture 7"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/910/3029910_a2ebcf0247_s.jpeg" alt="picture 7" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/30/billy-5139491/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>picture 7

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]]>billy 1http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/29/billy-5131634/2008-11-29T12:49:23+01:00 <p>i love bill murray singing. i don't remember his films. i don't remember his playing. but i love to hear his songs. Enjoy:</p> <a href="http://www.imeem.com/papel/music/6-bqqDJ-/bill_murray_more_than_this/">MORE THAN THIS - BILL MURRAY</a> <p>at the moment, i'm very happy. i'm smiling all day long, because of something, someone maybe call "friendship". (<a href="http://twitter.com/Lola_Palooza/status/1028646552">t</a>) </p> <p>=) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/29/billy-5131634/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>i love bill murray singing. i don't remember his films. i don't remember his playing. but i love to hear his songs. Enjoy:

MORE THAN THIS - BILL MURRAY

at the moment, i'm very happy. i'm smiling all day long, because of something, someone maybe call "friendship". (t)

=)

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]]>Rainy Day Women #12 & 35http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/21/rainy-day-women-12-amp-5075197/2008-11-21T14:50:38+01:00 <p>in this time, i don't want to hear dylan. dylan, their on my wall, looks down to me. down to the chaos. down to my fucking life. i'm happy. and i'm listen to "the distillers". </p> <p>I love you baby<br> I mean it more than just<br> the whole world<br> And well<br> when I know your sin<br> I know your sin<br> I know your wings</p> <p>and i want to scream and to laugh. i need time. </p> <p>(die aufkleber sind zerlaufen. Die Tinte hält dem Regen nicht stand. Ich hätte das wissen müssen. Der Vogel bleibt nicht. Er verwischt. Und ist beinahe verschwunden. Genauso wurden viele einfach abgerissen. Verschwanden, spurlos. Das macht mich traurig.)</p> <p>(und ich lerne nichts.)</p> <p>goodbye. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/21/rainy-day-women-12-amp-5075197/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>in this time, i don't want to hear dylan. dylan, their on my wall, looks down to me. down to the chaos. down to my fucking life. i'm happy. and i'm listen to "the distillers".

I love you baby
I mean it more than just
the whole world
And well
when I know your sin
I know your sin
I know your wings

and i want to scream and to laugh. i need time.

(die aufkleber sind zerlaufen. Die Tinte hält dem Regen nicht stand. Ich hätte das wissen müssen. Der Vogel bleibt nicht. Er verwischt. Und ist beinahe verschwunden. Genauso wurden viele einfach abgerissen. Verschwanden, spurlos. Das macht mich traurig.)

(und ich lerne nichts.)

goodbye.

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]]>if you see her, say hellohttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/17/if-you-see-her-say-hello-5053626/2008-11-17T19:59:43+01:00 <p>Without you everything is dumb:</p> <p><a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ohnetitelzj5.png"><img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/774/ohnetitelzj5.th.png"></a></p> <p><a href="http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ohnetitelzj5.png">http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ohnetitelzj5.png</a></p> <p>idea by: tomtesk</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/17/if-you-see-her-say-hello-5053626/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Without you everything is dumb:

http://img380.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ohnetitelzj5.png

idea by: tomtesk

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]]>Black Crow Blueshttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/black-crow-blues-5025570/2008-11-12T20:02:39+01:00 <p>is a song from "another side of bob dylan". i don't like this side. and i don't like this side of me. i'm quiet. i'm alone. i'm like 2 years ago. fuck you, faulit-uk! get your ass off the ice! do something! do your homework! speak to your class! cut your hair! "but..." SHUT UP! you're noting special. you're shit. human shit.</p> <p>always remember marla singer: <strong><em>"At the store, they have 100% recycled toilet paper. The worst job in the world must be recycling toilet paper."</em></strong></p> <p>learn, be good in school, if life is hard, be harder. you don't want to recycle toilet paper.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/black-crow-blues-5025570/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>is a song from "another side of bob dylan". i don't like this side. and i don't like this side of me. i'm quiet. i'm alone. i'm like 2 years ago. fuck you, faulit-uk! get your ass off the ice! do something! do your homework! speak to your class! cut your hair! "but..." SHUT UP! you're noting special. you're shit. human shit.

always remember marla singer: "At the store, they have 100% recycled toilet paper. The worst job in the world must be recycling toilet paper."

learn, be good in school, if life is hard, be harder. you don't want to recycle toilet paper.

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]]>it's alright, ma (i'm only bleeding)http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/it-s-alright-ma-i-m-only-bleeding-4994012/2008-11-06T14:23:02+01:00 <p>my mother and me. my father and me. my brother and me. four different people. called "family". sometimes i think, i'm not a part of it. i'm living here, i'm eating their food and watch their television. i talk to them, sometimes, but i'm not a family-member. i'm only a bearish guest. i'm here, but i'm not part of their family. </p> <p>many thing don't work. i'm not happy. sometimes i think their lifes would be better without me. when i'm gone, they could be happy. never sad anymore. sky-high laughing and dancing all day long. </p> <p>i tried to. but, i can't do it. can't kill myself. kniefs are blunt. can't find a rope. don't want to jump. don't shot myself. don't want to life longer. don't want to die.</p> <p>this house, the house of my childhood, is a house of tears. a house of never-cryed tears. <em>ich übertreibe.</em> i'm happy, i think. no need for dying. no need for bad ideas and stuff. </p> <p>but, a question remains: would they be happier without me?</p> <p><br><br></p> <p><em>i'm missing you, langeweile. wish you were here.</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/06/it-s-alright-ma-i-m-only-bleeding-4994012/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>my mother and me. my father and me. my brother and me. four different people. called "family". sometimes i think, i'm not a part of it. i'm living here, i'm eating their food and watch their television. i talk to them, sometimes, but i'm not a family-member. i'm only a bearish guest. i'm here, but i'm not part of their family.

many thing don't work. i'm not happy. sometimes i think their lifes would be better without me. when i'm gone, they could be happy. never sad anymore. sky-high laughing and dancing all day long.

i tried to. but, i can't do it. can't kill myself. kniefs are blunt. can't find a rope. don't want to jump. don't shot myself. don't want to life longer. don't want to die.

this house, the house of my childhood, is a house of tears. a house of never-cryed tears. ich übertreibe. i'm happy, i think. no need for dying. no need for bad ideas and stuff.

but, a question remains: would they be happier without me?



i'm missing you, langeweile. wish you were here.

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]]>Idiot Windhttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/idiot-wind-4976323/2008-11-03T15:00:23+01:00 <p>when i was in aalen and sit on back of chris' mopet i sing a song very quietly for me. and from this moment on i want to know, what song it is. <em>you can not stop us all</em>... today i found it. "my violent heart" from NIN's great album "year zero". </p> <p>repeat-mode. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/03/idiot-wind-4976323/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>when i was in aalen and sit on back of chris' mopet i sing a song very quietly for me. and from this moment on i want to know, what song it is. you can not stop us all... today i found it. "my violent heart" from NIN's great album "year zero".

repeat-mode.

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]]>the ballad of frankie lee and judas priesthttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/01/the-ballad-of-frankie-lee-and-judas-priest-4968049/2008-11-01T23:22:51+01:00 <p>I will smile for you<br> because i hope<br> it's epidemic.</p> <p><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/660/1193660_e0d6479003_l.jpeg"><br> <small><small><small>Ich lächle wirklich gerade für dich. Du kannst es nicht sehen, aber ich hoffe, leise für mich, dass du es in deinem TÜV-geprüften Herzen fühlst.</small></small></small> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/11/01/the-ballad-of-frankie-lee-and-judas-priest-4968049/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I will smile for you
because i hope
it's epidemic.


Ich lächle wirklich gerade für dich. Du kannst es nicht sehen, aber ich hoffe, leise für mich, dass du es in deinem TÜV-geprüften Herzen fühlst.

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]]>changing on the guardshttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/31/changing-on-the-guards-4961460/2008-10-31T14:42:44+01:00 <p>my heart stops beating, a little tear fall down to the floor, when i read this news.</p> <p><a href="http://das.blog.de/2008/10/31/re-strukturierung-mokono-4961259">http://das.blog.de/2008/10/31/re-strukturierung-mokono-4961259</a></p> <p>life goes on, i know, but how it goes on... i don't know. i don't want to know. stop it. please. i don't wanna miss one of you. please, please don't go. i hate the money-crises that stole me my best friends and my own mother. this crises, that shut down all fucking everthing.</p> <p>(cry cry cry. <a href="http://www.deezer.com/track/1126789">something in the way.</a> stupid english-speaking blog. i need a hug. please.)</p> <p><small><small><u>edit.</u><br> a friend said "die meisten werden wir in gute arbeitsplätze vermitteln. wir lassen keinen im regen stehen". life goes on, i think...<br> </small></small></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/31/changing-on-the-guards-4961460/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>my heart stops beating, a little tear fall down to the floor, when i read this news.

http://das.blog.de/2008/10/31/re-strukturierung-mokono-4961259

life goes on, i know, but how it goes on... i don't know. i don't want to know. stop it. please. i don't wanna miss one of you. please, please don't go. i hate the money-crises that stole me my best friends and my own mother. this crises, that shut down all fucking everthing.

(cry cry cry. something in the way. stupid english-speaking blog. i need a hug. please.)

edit.
a friend said "die meisten werden wir in gute arbeitsplätze vermitteln. wir lassen keinen im regen stehen". life goes on, i think...

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]]>the times they are a-changin'http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/31/the-times-they-are-a-changin-4959000/2008-10-31T00:05:18+01:00 <p>i enjoyed the offline-life. but, i enjoy this time, too.</p> <p>maybe you need both. real life and blog life. once without the other is... stupid and boring. </p> <p><u>offline</u><br> on my trip to aalen i bought a sex-pistols-shirt. in tübingen, near home, i bought a new cap and a cd. "wish you where here" by pink floyd. i can't get the feeling of this big black pizzas... but, it must be greath to listen and to love this music in the only right way... sometimes, i will listen to the record / platter.</p> <p><u>online</u><br> from now on. blogging, blogging, blogging, twitter, email, youporn, everthing!</p> <p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/356/2946356_e455571679_s.jpeg" alt="Foto 1" vspace="5" hspace="5"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/31/the-times-they-are-a-changin-4959000/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>i enjoyed the offline-life. but, i enjoy this time, too.

maybe you need both. real life and blog life. once without the other is... stupid and boring.

offline
on my trip to aalen i bought a sex-pistols-shirt. in tübingen, near home, i bought a new cap and a cd. "wish you where here" by pink floyd. i can't get the feeling of this big black pizzas... but, it must be greath to listen and to love this music in the only right way... sometimes, i will listen to the record / platter.

online
from now on. blogging, blogging, blogging, twitter, email, youporn, everthing!

Foto 1

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]]>it's ain't me, babehttp://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/24/it-s-ain-t-me-babe-4924041/2008-10-24T13:54:14+02:00 <p>okay, world, it's over now. press the stop-botton in the oval office. shot the world down. it's all fucked up beyond all recognition. build houses, find a woman, make children and plant a tree. never mind! it's all over now, baby blue.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/user/Frank-Co-Uk">The Krauts take over blog.co.uk</a></p> <p>Schöne Scheiße. <small><small>(= pretty shit)</small></small> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://fault-it.blog.co.uk/2008/10/24/it-s-ain-t-me-babe-4924041/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>okay, world, it's over now. press the stop-botton in the oval office. shot the world down. it's all fucked up beyond all recognition. build houses, find a woman, make children and plant a tree. never mind! it's all over now, baby blue.

The Krauts take over blog.co.uk

Schöne Scheiße. (= pretty shit)

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