he's just not into you...if..?!

You Are All Dating the Same Guy

1 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Asking You Out

2 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Calling You

3 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Dating You

4 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Having Sex with You

5 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Having Sex with Someone Else

6 He's Just Not That Into You If He Only Wants to See You When He's Drunk

7 He's Just Not That Into You If He Doesn't Want to Marry You

8 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up with You

9 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Disappeared on You

10 He's Just Not That Into You If He's Married (and Other Insane Variations of Being Unavailable)

11 He's Just Not That Into You If He's a Selfish Jerk, a Bully, or a Really Big Freak


iihihih cooles buch <::

1300 <;

would you
if i would
anxiety illusion
sharp knife of reality
cuts not so real dreams
would you
if i would
the roses scent
has broken into my bed
the wine spilled itself
on my white mellow hands
would you
if i would
deeply calmed
tranquilizer from your lips i drink
from your words
your warm whispers
so would you
if i would
all i need is to be
your tears burn
on my skin
fall asleep
would you
if i would...

grass' whispers

through the cloudy
atumn memories
on the privat
dark cold catwalks
in the silent dancing mirrors
my daydreaming reflects
in the black hot bitter coffees
chocolate and marzipan
through the dust
of unspoken words
teardrop very loud
is falling
on my pillow
on my shoes
dancing mirrors of tomorrow
magic rabbit white
the hat
through the sunny bright dusk
the spells i repeat
martini in my glass
and siren
don't feed my words
don't feed my lips
this invisible mirror-face
is starring on me
like the sad judge
when looking at the delinquent
the eternal judgment
hasn't tried enough
drawn in the honey
so sweet and ironic
in the grass' whispers
your voice i hear

seduced

sweet seducement
the master and the margaret
in chocolate taste dippy
into other words
seduced sweet
in the morning
when the trees
have been sleeping
and so have her fairy-elvs
seduced under the apple tree
the scent and forbidden taste
his lips under her fingertips
the purple sky
and then
when nothing is left to be said
everything went to waste
and coming home
is so grave
seduce becomes this creepy word
in the funny tricky way

on a star

i'm living on a star
twinkling to stupid wishes
and still not falling down
it's my own
my own star
i sparkle
to fall one day down
to make a DUMM wish come true
with a taile of fire
i'll fade
i'll drown
i won't just walk away
i'm wishing on a star
to have one on my own
in honey color
so it could fall
i'm wishing on a star
and you
you're driving me nuts
you're making me cry

monday morning

running
fast and faster
i get up.
running
into the chocolate dipp
i could fly
sticking to the cotton-candy
sweet and warm
sticking to the flowers
in my hair
to the elfs
running
i am
still running
changing the routes
and changing my shoes
high-heels
i sleep with the wind
i'll fly
if losing the ground
under my feet

kreacja natalii na biochemie

probowka trutka
enzym pobudka
lipidy tluszcze
nie moge puszcze
bialko pipeta
bedzie vendetta

polskie nazwisko nosi
sam sie o zemste prosi
wykuje Harpera
przeczytam Strayera
i zagne frajera
kohlenhydrate czy attmungskette
zrobie vendette


ß-oksydacja
wielka rezygnacja
kwas nukleinowy
i cykl mocznikowy
gkukoneogeneza
a miala byc dzisiaj impreza
alfa-helix czy kartka beta
bedzie vendetta

niezapominajki

po polu wyobrazni
glupca prowadzi slepiec
na niebie niezapominajki
podlewam winem i wodka
siebie
na polu wyobrazni
niezapominajki
zapominam nie zapomniec
nie pamietam
niezapominajki
w kieszeni rozowej sukienki
we wlosach potargane
jak mysli na wietrze
latawiec
nie-zapominajki nie-zapomniane
zapominam by zapomniec
wiec pamietam...
wiec pamietam....

through the field of me
the blindman shows the way an idiot
forget-me-nots stuck to the sky
with wine and vodka i water
my thoughts
on the field of myself
forget-me-nots
i forget to forget..not to
i don't get..
forget-me-nots
in the green pocket
and in my hair
tattered from the wind
like a kite
not forgotten forget-me-nots
i forget to forget
they reminde me of
i recall..
i don't forget...
i don't forget..

some more honey

more honey for bees
they just too used to
that every day tastes sweet
more honey for bees
they slept in my head
have started buzzing
so rapidly ..and even if
if that doesn't make me mad
more honey for bees
so they don't have to fly
small papercuts
on their see-throug wings
and i would help them, myself
my thoughts
i've warmed up
over the wings of the firefly
we flew through
the real dark drabness
bees-buzzes
until we got to..
so some more honey for the bees
honey, honey my lips
i'm sticking to my fingers
i'm sticking to my scent
from all over
does it smell like home
you know me honey...
so some more of yours
..for the bees
right into my tee
right under my finger tip
into your lips
some more honey for the bees

me for you and you for me

day for night
and night for a day
eye for an eye
kiss for a kiss
my words for yours
my thought for your thought
hand for a hand
warmth for some cold
day for the night
nothing for nothing
and all i have for all i get
sing for some songs
and dance for a dance
day for night
and night for a day
fun for some more fun
tear for salty tear
hug for a hug
breath for a breath
being abandoned for running away
fight for a fight
love for some more loving
day for night
rain for wet water
ice for some coolness
and honey for few bees

in my pocket

the marzipan king
and the chocolate queen
have melted down
in my warm warmer pocket
she desired
to look perfectly
for him for her
for all those ugly girls
that hated her
he wanted to be strong
to protect her
from too much warmth
they melted down
in my warm warmer pocket
the fairy tale
has a bitter end
and tastes like all the cinch
like undesigned act
like coffee with salt in the morning
like the two of us

red gloves story

historia
czerwonych rekawiczek
jak kazda inna
zdziwienie wzbudza
wsrod pozostalych
reko-otulaczy szarych
zazdrosc
bo kto by pomyslal
ze zmarzniete dlonie
tak cieszyc sie beda
i proznie wdzieczyc
skoro mozna by przeciez
tak wiecej..
historia
pewnych czerwonych rekawiczek
z poczatku zachwyt
i nigdy za malo
az w koncu
w spokojne przyzwyczajenie
opowiadana przez pokolenia
wciaz niby ta sama
a jednak
wszystko sie zmienia


the story
of some red gloves
arouses...like any other
astonishment,
among them all
grey hand-warmers
enviousness
and who would ever think
that frozen little hands
would cocquet
so vain
knowing they could get much more
the simple story
of some red gloves
arouses some feelings
reactions
some laughs
has beeing told
for ages and still
when i tell it
everything'll change

maybe never

hush hush
time for you to go
the moonlight
has touched my eyes
there's nothing you could say
a lot less though...
hush hush
time to walk away
as long as honey still tastes
as long as i haven't changed
i've cuddled already my thoughts so..
hush hush
time to let me go
the memories have faded
and so the flowers have
the stillnes and roses' scent
you break...
hush hush
time to leave now
to break last ice
to let the cherries bloom againg
hush hush
the moon
keeps an eye on me
and so all the stars
so time to let it go
hush...

atlantyda chyba..

wyliczylam sobie dni
odliczylam przeliczylam
mialam dojsc do atlantydy
ale nie ma..
gdzies pod wodoa czy pod lodem
platon niedokladny byl
naukowcy w sprzecznych wersjach
ustalen nie ma nikt
a ja planowalam droge
planowalam ze tam dotre
ze pozdrowie tych co kiedys
moze i tam zyli sobie
ze opowiem potem wszystkim
ze widzialam
ze dotarlam
atlantyde polknal..
ocean czy morze
czy lod zarosl
przez te lata
chcialam dotrzec tam
nie na koniec swiata

hilis creation

babe du hast so geile titten
deshalb möchte ich dich... bitten
komm morgens abends mittags nachts
hili macht's

babe du hast so geilen arsch
deshalb sag ich nur marsch marsch
rein ins bett denn
hili macht's

babe du hast so geile....whatever
hili machts