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Kids of Seasons Part 1 The Sun


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Basic Informations BOM 2010 Kids of Seasons


Capricorn Quilts BOM 2010
Kids of Seasons

Basic Information

The story behind:

My oldest son wanted a cushion for the cozy corner in the kindergarten. He attended the sun group. In consultation with the teacher, the pillow should have a sun motif. The children are the annual cycle through their clothing. Each child stands for a particular month. And every child has got its own name. Similarities with some children living in the sun group are given, and quite intentional.


Expression:
The pattern are available as pdf. To open the files you needed the Acobat reader. You´ll find a free download here.
Please heed the expression of the fact that 100% or "without adjustment" is set or is printed out. The only way you'll get all the patterns printed the same size.

Please note: In the drawings is shown for orientation can be measured cm.

With a printout of the file, the drawing is reduced play. To produce the original size, please copy the templates by 125%.

For any queries send me an e-mail to capricornquilts at yahoo.de.

If someone wants to work in a different size than stated, the pressure can be adjusted or to copy in a copy shop the pattern larger. Smaller templates I do not recommend!

The patterns always stand for 30 days and one month free of charge. An "in retrospect" it will therefore not give unfortunately. Please accepts this.

Material (for example) for a pillow :
2 x 90 x 90 cm base material, preferably in dark blue or black
(Cushions front and rear cushions)
1 x 90 x 90 cm thin fleece
(1 x 90 x 90 cm inner fabric for the top of the cushion fabric remnants can be seen not afterwards)
Vliesofix
1 zip 70 cm
dark blue or black sewing thread
yellow fabric for the sun (40 cm for a work without a seam)
beige fabric for hands, faces, arms and legs of children
v arious scraps of clothing of children
and of course an inner cushion 80 x 80 cm
c halkpen
(see also further processing)

The application method is a little different than usual.
Normally the items are stacked and applied.
Here I have always arranged the parts with a small gap. Each piece is individually on the background fabric and is sewn on individually. The background material is here as a kind of "Stained Glass" effect. Everywhere he flashes out from between the individual parts and then frames each piece. See also the corresponding images.

Important preparations:
The top of the pillow front, the fleece and the back of the pillow front attach well or use a spray adhesive. Everything will be applied directly onto the wire-stitched top. The three layers applied throughout the subsequent saves quilting. For better orientation, please bring lines (diagonally, vertically and horizontally centered and centered on the outer edge 80 x 80 cm), for example, with a light chalk to the top. Please use only sticks that can be guaranteed brushed or washed out again.

Transfer the pattern on Vliesofix (there are also other adhesive media) - all patterns are already mirrored and ready for working. Proficiency with Vliesofix ahead, I bet. The selected materials are prepared with the adhesive fleece. The motifs reflected on the smooth side of the paper record with a pencil, then cut out and placed onto the background fabric. By ironing the motive is now stuck firmly on the background. Please urgently on the right side otherwise eighth bonded very quickly the iron or ironing board. Evt. Wax paper to protect hang up.

Please start with the center (sun) and work your way through the sun's rim to the children outside.

The children are placed so that they almost touch and eventually form a circle around the sun.

Please note that the fabric pieces to be applied touch at any point. It gives the impression of a leaded windows, a "Stained Glass" effect. Between the different materials an approximately 3 to 4 mm wide strip remains visible in the background to see the individual images of children.

The children have no faces. For one, I think it is here with the tradition of the Amish who embroider their dolls never paint on faces or, as it will spare an image of the face and only one God viewed as perfect. Secondly, I wanted to spare myself the trouble of 12 different child pairs of eyes, mouths and noses to embroider, because I do not find that easy.


Background:
A dark background in dark blue, black or anthracite has been vindicated. The shapes and colors are so much better than before.

Stitch:
I have worked with a Pfaff 7550 and worked with the buttonholestich. Settings 1 and stitch length stitch width 1.5. Through the dark background of small "stitches fall" during application of the machine to not so much.

But not all sewing machines have this stitch.
Try just a few bites and then take the one you like best.
Of course, the application parts can all be sewn by hand with the buttonholestich.


Further processing:
I sewed a pillow from the top.
The pillow is finished 80 x 80 cm high. How to sew a cushion and sew a zipper may want to require I sit.
Of course, how to sew a cushion no obligation! Thus, a wall hanging, a tablecloth or something else may come of it.
The children can also be placed side by side in a row and shown with a smaller sun a beautiful runner. Ideas, there are certainly many.
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Embroidery:
The designs are also suitable for embroidery.

Transfer of the pattern:
I use to print my light box - model to attach paper to the light box, cloth over it, embroidered with a fine pencil to copy / magic pen (blue) / fine pencil -. Please test this magic pens before, and never rest on a fabric ironing, when the pen has not been washed out - that can go wrong!

Another possibility is the hanger pin. In order to paint the pattern by - on the back of the printed pattern. This can again take the light box, or to put a window in daylight (with the beduckten page paper on the glass and the bracket pin) trace. Paper with the painted side onto the fabric basket, ironing - careful not to move and lift off paper.

As a light box can also be used, for example, the extension table by some sewing machines, provided they are made of transparent material. Lamp including basket and begin.
Or, if available, a glass panel of a larger picture frame on 4 "blocks" from a book basket, basket lamp underneath,
or an old scanner
or living room table with glass top,
or on top of other boxes with a glass plate, into which one can deposit a lamp.
Please be careful with the lamps to ensure adequate ventilation, so it's not too hot.

Some printers can now also print directly onto the fabric - this must be the substance, however, and pretreat hinterbügeln with freezer paper, or buy pre-treated fabric, which I think is too expensive and it is perhaps not the right base fabric.

Does somebody want to work on dark fabrics, then we can apply the Prickel-chalk method.

Base Fabric:
Here you can actually take things you like.
Batiste is a little too fine, which can also be helped if you iron a thin fleece back. This strengthens the fabric and one does not see the sewn threads or clamping threads from one to another drive location.
Each standard cotton fabric is suitable. Whether plain or patterned in a matter of taste. Color - is also a matter of taste.
I use a normal PW-Basic and ironed him with a thin fleece.

Embroidery Thread:
I take normal Twist - with three strands --
Even here it is free to make any decisions on his own. You can also use a thin pearl cotton, Wildflower yarns, etc.
Whether one or more colors ... Again a matter of taste!

Embroidery Stitches:
You can embroider the entire block in an embroidery stitch. I provides the backstitch. But you can also use the stem stitch the actual redwork stitch.
I've been using as a main backstitch and embroider details with the running stitch. Other elements can work with lazy daisy stitch and french knot.

Needles:
Since I have no particular preference. I embroider with pure embroidery needles.

Hoop:
To ensure a uniform should be to rely on an embroidery hoop. For those who are already trained and does not interfere with one or other irregularity can also be free to embroider - without a frame.
When I embroider with frame, I take a metal hoop. But it is also any wooden embroidery frame in the appropriate size.


One more thing:
To design and create patterns, quilt or a pillow like this gives me much joy. Nevertheless, it is in a manual and trouble and labor. I ask you to use this pattern only for personal use.

Any commercial use, in particular the sale of the pattern or the sale of products with parts or the complete pattern is not allowed. Please note the copyright.


© design, images and text Bea Galler, Capricorn Quilts

If there are more questions as for this pattern I´ll try to answer.
Sorry for my English translation, I´ll do my very best :-)))
Happy quilting

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Basis Information BOM 2010 Jahreszeiten Kinder

Capricorn Quilts BOM 2010

Jahreszeiten-Kinder

basic information

The "story behind"

My oldest son wanted a cushion for the cozy corner in the kindergarten. He attended the Sun group. In consultation with the teacher should get a cushion sun motif. The children are the Ordinary by their dress. Each child stands for a specific month. And every child got his own name. Similarities with some children living in the sun and where groups are quite wanted.

expression
The patterns are made available as a pdf.. To open the files, you need the Acobat Reader A free download can be found here . Please
stayed at the expression on that 100% and "without adjustment" is set or is printed. The only way you get all the patterns printed the same size.

Please note: The drawings shown for orientation one cm is measured.

When printing the file, the drawing is reduced played. To make the original size, copy the templates to 125%.

For further inquiries, I am reachable by email at yahoo.de capricornquilts at.

If someone wants to work in a different size than specified may be adjusted or the pressure is copied to a copy shop (copy shop), the pattern larger. Smaller templates I do not recommend!

The patterns are always for 30 days and one month free of charge. An "In retrospect" it is therefore not able to give. Please accept this

material (such as a pillow):

2 x 90 x 90 cm base material, preferably in dark blue or black

(cushion front and cushion back)

1 90 x 90 cm thin fleece

1 90 x 90 cm backing fabric for the top of the pillow (can be scraps, you can not see behind)

Vliesofix

1 zipper 70 cm

dark blue or .

black sewing thread

yellow fabric for the sun (40 cm for a work without a seam)

beige fabric for hands, faces, arms and legs of children

different fabric scraps for children's clothing

and of course an inner cushion 80 x 80 cm

chalk

(see further processing )

The application method is a little different than usual.

are usually arranged the parts on each other and applied.

Here I have arranged the items are always a small gap. Each piece is individually on the background fabric and is also sewn on individually. The background fabric forms a kind of "Stained Glass" effect. He flashes forth between all the components and frames so each part. See also the corresponding images.

Important preparations:

The top of the pillow front, the fleece and the back of the pillow front attach well or use a spray adhesive. Everything will be applied directly on the wire-stitched top. Through the three layers applied throughout the subsequent saves quilting. For better orientation, please bring lines (diagonally, vertically and horizontally centered in the middle and the outer edge 80 x 80 cm), for example, with a light pen on the chalk on top. Please use only sticks that can be guaranteed washed out or brushed out.

The pattern on fusible web (there are other adhesive media) transferred - all patterns are already reflected and directly to the copying. Knowledge of Vliesofix I suppose. The selected materials are prepared with the adhesive backing. The motifs reflected on the smooth side of the paper record with a pencil, cut out and then placed on the background fabric. By ironing the subject stuck firmly on the background. Here strongly on the correct pages eighth otherwise bonded quickly the iron or the ironing board. Evt. Baking paper to protect the scale.

Try starting with the center (sun) and work your way through the sun wreath for the children outside.

The children are placed so that they almost touch each other and finally form a circle around the sun.

Please note that touch the pieces of cloth to be applied at any point. It gives the impression of stained glass, a "Stained Glass" effect. remains between the individual substances, an approximately 3 - 4 mm wide strip to see the background, see also the individual images of children.

The children have no faces. For one, I think it is here with the tradition of the Amish, the paint on their faces, or never-dolls, embroidery, because they fear an image of the face and only the one God is regarded as perfect. Second, I wanted to save me the trouble of 12 different children's pairs of eyes, mouths and noses, to stitch, because I do not find that easy. has

A dark background in dark blue, anthracite or black:

background proved. The shapes and colors are better advantage.

stitch:

I have worked with a Pfaff 7550 and worked with the buttonhole stitch. Settings stitch width and stitch length a 1.5. fall through the dark background of smaller "missing stitches when applying to the machine to not so much.

But not all sewing machines have this stitch.

you test and find out a few stitches and then take those who like the best.

course, the Application parts and sewn all by hand and the button hole stitch or buttonhole stitch.

further processing:

I sewed a pillow from the top.

The pillow is finished 80 x 80 cm. To sew a pillow and possibly desired sewing a zipper I suppose.

course is to sew a cushion no obligation! Thus, even a wall hanging, a tablecloth or anything else come of it.

The children can also be placed side by side in a row and with a reduced Sun a great runner arise. Ideas, there are certainly many.

------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------

Embroidery:

The designs are also suitable for embroidery.

transfer of the pattern:
I use my light box - embroidery - print pattern paper attached to the light box, cloth over it, copy with a fine lead pencil / spell pen (blue) / fine pencil . Please test before this magic pins on a carbon radical and never iron, when the pin has not been washed out - that can go wrong!

Another option is to bow pin. In order to paint the design right - on the back of the printed pattern. This can again take the light box or (stick paper with the beduckten page on the glass and traced with the bracket pin) in daylight a window. Paper with the painted side to the fabric basket, ironing - careful not to move paper and lift off.

The light box also, for example, the extension table is of some sewing machines, provided they are made of transparent material. Lamp lay under it and start.
Or, if available, a glass panel from a larger frame on 4 "blocks" of books set, lamp set including,
or an old scanner,
or living room table with glass top,
or other boxes with a glass plate on top, into which a lamp can be deposited.
Please be careful with the lights, provide enough ventilation to prevent it from becoming too hot and possibly ankokelt something.

Some printers can now also print directly onto the fabric - this requires the pre-treat the fabric, however, and after ironing with freezer paper and buy pre-treated fabric, which I think is too expensive and it is perhaps not the base fabric.

anyone want to work on dark matter, then you can apply the Prickel-chalk method.

base material:
This woman can really take everything to please.
Batiste is a little too fine, which can be helpful when the woman is a thin fabric back aufbügelt. This strengthens the fabric and can be seen not as the sewn threads or floats from one place to another stick.
Every normal cotton fabric is suitable. Whether plain or patterned in the matter of taste. Color - also a matter of taste.
I use a normal PW-Basic and have it with a thin Fleece behind ironed out.

embroidery thread:
I will stick twist - three threads -
Here it is all free to make his own decisions. It's also thin pearl cotton, Wildflower yarns, even dyed yarn, etc. Blomstergarn
Whether single-or multi-colored ... Once again a matter of taste!

embroidery stitches:
You can embroider the entire block in an embroidery stitch. Fortunately, there's the Backstitch (lock stitch, line stitch or back stitch) to . But the Stemstitch (stem stitch) REDWORK the actual engraving, is suitable.
I as the main stitch and embroider Backstitch the details with the use Running Stitch (running stitch - as the quilt stitch) . Other elements can Lazy Daisy Stitch (loop stitch) and French Knot (nodules stitch) worked.

needles:
I have no particular preference. I embroider with pure embroidery needles (with tip) and normal sewing needles.

Hoop: should ensure
To an even stitch it back on a hoop. However, those already trained and the one or other irregularity not interfere can embroider free - without a frame.
When I embroider a box, I take a metal hoop. But it is also any wooden embroidery frame in the appropriate size.

more thing:

The design and creation of patterns, quilt or a pillow like this gives me much joy. Still plugged in as a user manual and effort and work. I ask only free ONLY for personal use only.

Commercial use, especially sales of the model or Sales of products were gearbeitetet with parts or the whole pattern is not allowed. Please note the copyright.

© Design, images and text Bea Galler, Capricorn Quilts

Thesis Statment If Abortion

Helens ONCE UPON A TIME

This is the top "ONCE UPON A TIME" from Helen!
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To all of you a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Great Volleyball Cameltoe

The wonderful harvest life of contemplation Antonio

He was not a bookworm, he was not a bookworm, he was a text-eater. The total lack of parental care has meant that he began to eat at the tender age of 10 texts. He ate the first major children's and youth shows, like THE THREE QUESTION MARKS, MARK BRANDIS, TERROR CASTLE ROCK, only to his cravings with last PERRY RHODAN silent. This series appeared in the early 80s in five (sic) conditions, there was the Perry Rhodan paperbacks, Perry Rhodan silver volumes and when he found a second hand store 200 books at once, it had happened to him. As did outside the window the sun will shine, because it might rain hail or snow, as nuclear bombs might go off, or asteroid strike, earthquake raging, roaring, or tsunamis. He was no longer true, the world, the bloody, the present, the halting, the mouths of the chattering, he read, and he ate when he was reading. Parents, school, Friends were nothing to him, the text was feeding his passion! He read and ate, but he did not care, because no one cared about him. Then, at 16, he read, think about it silently talking to himself, he put the book from which he had eaten this sentence out, and walked upriver, sentence by sentence, questions shaping issues restlessly in his working spirit, and back into the family home he was drunk on his silent speeches in the brain. He read, as he devoured books, and digested by talking quietly to himself. He devoured and digested, digested and consumed, Hermann Hesse, Thomas Mann, Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Schiller, Klopstock, Lenz, Spinoza, Kant and Goethe repeatedly Goethe, Goethe and Goethe up the menu, the menu downloaded. He had become addicted to eating text, word-Pothead, and punctuation junkie, which looked at his dealer, the local bookseller, his addiction, and stationery dealer he soon saw his writing addiction. For now, he ate texts, digested it, saying quietly to himself, and retired the final product once more: in the form of text! Only now the cycle of words was closed.
texts eat, digest and shit: that was his driving fate, while the world around him was broken, his parents divorced, he left school, the Columbia burst, burst of communism, the dream of physicists of the world formula burst, he broke with his own family, And last discovered the alcohol. But that's another addiction, and is not nearly as diverse as the text-bulimia, suffering from its most terrible form of contemplation was Antonio. Yes ill, because with the Textfresskotzsucht obtain it, as with all other addictions: one day you do not see more of sheer alcohol the alcohol out of sheer coke, the coke no more, for sheer sex sex any more, and as you can see some point sheer words not the words. Particularly, the words, read, thought, and played back, or be eaten, digested and roped weird transparent and meaningless, and unreal small, so that when Antonio contemplate one day woke up, feeling that he now shudder at the words, read, thought, spoken, but most of all from the self-written. He got up, went to the bathroom, choked, throwing up, so she decided that from now on even the alcohol, but above all else the words abjure, and with skin and hair of mathematics prescribe, and the many cups tea, which formed in his mind's eye already an infinite series.

Fin

Ears Hurt After Drinking Alcohol

quicksand

a

I would have, if not this general ... I had no ID it, yes, but he would have passed me, would have I can redirect the damn rocket. I know it was my idea, the radioactive waste into the sun to shoot, but all have endorsed it, too, Mr President. This should now be no excuse. But I'll pay for this shit alone. I will not be the scapegoat. The chances of it going wrong were one in 50 million. And the thousands of contaminated the failure of the evacuation plans are due. I could not imagine that these plans were at hand! As long as the Cold War is not over.

2


I would have, if this holiday would come between them, honey. I would have told you everything, everything. But I should you ruin your vacation by the beach I'll tell you Hasi, I vögl for one year to another? This week I would have confessed everything. Why she was wearing your pumps? She wanted to know everything about you. Also what kind of perfume you use. We were therefore in our marriage bed because her apartment is painted. You would have to say that you are used to cure your back. Yes, she was wearing your fishnets. Snap 'please, do not. How should I go to hell?

3

Uh, that can happen when flaming, dear viewer, but you do not need a fire extinguisher, just to pop the top down. Excuse me, now is also the milk ... ah, just still be saved, they see that is the charm of a live broadcast dear viewers, do not run away, Nadine, nice chop the onion further, this is not a major fire, like fire, the Faschingsdeko? In fact, direction, a fire extinguisher, I do not know who has the paper lanterns hung over the hearth, Director!, Fire extinguisher! ... This is no reason to cancel the show, ladies and viewers, they get their scallops floating in Käsesee. ..

4

I would have, if the decision would be so sacred. I could have said it all. But what if the big company for some reason fails? My Weimarianer had is torn the mouth.
Hoppala, but that was changed almost threw. "Driver? The man driving a bit more careful, "says What the firmament? Light cirrus clouds. A beautiful September day. And I, the painter Carmen, on the way to Rome. I can not quite grasp not always. Only this strange figure in the inn. I had the feeling that they are following me. But still. Who is calm, it shall be helped.

5

Uh, I was not the only one. All have encountered. There was screaming and scratching. Two have had her hair pulled. Stockings by 50 cents! Panties for a €! Some women are there to piranhas. She bumped into me, and I've pushed. Who could suspect because they bangs his head against the edge of the bargain bins? She lay on the ground, but they believe any of these screaming women would notice? It has not alleviated her. Only when the blood oozed from this laceration. Since you have looked stupid. She died, I did not want.


6

Uh, why this passage is like a Wikipedia article? And that seems to come from among them Shakespeare-Online? Well, I think this piece of lousy. Yes, King John is a miserable, confused piece. I was unable to read it yourself! It would have been, as I would have had to swallow five 300 gram bars of chocolate. Therefore, and the final 1 1 from the Epilogue of the book "Shakespeare for allegedly" taken over. How, sir, they do not know at all? I mean, because they always throw around with Shakespeare quotes. That was not meant to be spiteful. What failed? Why is that?


7

Uh, that would mean, of course, it gets colder, ahem, pardon. The rainfall will nichtsdestorotz pardon,, despite of course back, but clearly, those who think this weather is not to snot, hihi. Only in the Alps last flakes, otherwise bright and relatively dry. This has rhymed now, and besides, it is cold in the studio. They see it on my nipples. Faith they do not tell me that the weather is so excited, dear viewer, or the fact that millions love my naked tits, it's the cold, her nipples large and small penises makes, one can say that penises, hehe, they have a beautiful evening.

8

Uh, I would call it bad luck, sir. Yes. I know the planet is over. But he was not very far on. No, no manned space flight, they arrived just to its moon. How, indeed who is also out. Also, a molecular cloud in outer space. How? The connection is abysmal. Ah, how many. Six billion. Yes. All gone. Stupid story, I know. There is a need for clarification before giving the plenary. Can not cover up the affair. These are too many television waves in space. Yes. TV they had in 70 years. Radio longer still. The construction of the Hyper-Way will be continued.

end

How Much Are The Movie At Silver City

HUHU!

Whence came "Huhu" what age he had, and what sex? He was manly. The age was indeterminate, between 50 and 70 Where he was from, did not Karl. Morning when the sun came up over the Kaiser mountains, he had run. All day he walked on the sidewalk in front of the nursing home where he lived, back and forth.
He used to give the passing cars characters. Some drivers slowed the speed irritated. The caretaker him sometimes stretched one. To get rid of garbage. For watering the lawn. For this he was praised. His vocabulary consisted of a handful of sounds. "Huhu" was his favorite sound. A geriatric nurse translated it: "Huhu" "? Fornication, which, Joseph fornication you are angry again,"
said Huhu
Karl turned from the window
He read two words together in his alphabet soup were today... it "pansy" and "vale of tears." The noodle letters came from a pack that had left the Elapsed. for how many months? "noodle letters ...", he mumbled, and the spoon clattered to the porcelain.
rising heat of the summer day.
Now he was sitting on the bike, up to the other city further up the valley. There lived the Elapsed and his small image, four years old. Stretchosen. The black shiny, wobbly buttocks of a cyclist in front of him. Harvest workers on the field of oppressive sun. He is halfway out of breath. He tears his clothes and jumps into the icy Ziller ...
For the remaining 30 kilometers, it takes the train. Excessive construction activity along the railway embankment.
Hall in the avenue.
Yes, the absurdly friendly street sweeper was there. He cleaned the alley, which was always perfectly clean. He made some signs. Today, he was eager to shake his hand. Karl she dug even deeper into his pockets. Past the loony bin. The inmates even had a miniature golf course. It was overgrown. Today, two were playing. One went suddenly with rapid steps to the hole, had struck the ball into the other, took him out, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then
swimming, with the small image, steel blue of the sky, the northern chain Sonnenglast. On the high, often winding slide. The heart of the little people drumming excitement. He has no fear. Father is there for. A fat guy who actually pulled the pants on the butt before he slipped. In order to gain speed. The image of the former lover returned. At dusk the train station, the youths in the small park. Glowing cigarettes. Cloud Tower and rain now. Rain line at the train window.
A cow trotting infinitely slow, on the most boring field of the world, through the rain to their tinny water trough. The yellow marks in both ears. He feels the yellow marks in his ears. He sees it in the ears of the man's left hand hygiene problem. He sees her face in the ears of the two giggling schoolgirls him.
home in his shop sees Karl out of the window. Huhu in the dark before the nursing home. Late suppliers. You do not know Huhu. Who threw himself in Herrenpose. They give out their rolling carts, Huhu pushes his "Huhu" show, and made paddling arm movements, which mean: "Hurry up, gemma, gemma work, faster. "
Suppliers pretend that they did not see him.
go quietly after their unloading, and Huhu, is an arrogant boss, here.
Huhu with hands on her hips.
The janitor comes.
"No, no, Joseph. That's fine. The've been doing this right. "
He takes him into it with him. An ambulance driving slowly. He is in no hurry. He transported a dead body. In front of the computer screen. "Bitchal91 has written back. You want to meet Charles. At the fortress, there was a concert tomorrow. Divine spark of joy. View outside. In the light cones of the lanterns, the rain drops. Tired to bed, just the news, a lightless clown is leaving the helm of the ship of state, the next is ready and a dream: Karl is the covered passage up fortress. It darkens, but all doors are open. Bullet holes in the wood. The last gate is closed. No tour, no "Bitchal91. Behind the gate sounds like work. Iron supports clink together. Then the loud "Hoe!" A worker, as if a second worker had not been paying attention. The moon lit up suddenly a giant. The zahnlückige, wrinkled head sits on a thick neck. It's a head like a tree trunk. It is "Huhu" and he cast stones down from the mountain, in the flow. High injected to the spray. The giant "Huhu" has yellow marks in the ears.

Fin

Accuracy Of Cybex Arc

The Greens in the delivery room

The Greens in Kreisaal

What was so funny in this thing? I do not remember the joke and is floating on the viewing angle. The fact that he finally threw up, was funny in my eyes, and that his wife be called anything, everything! The most intimate secrets, they gave up their rants. In the delivery room. The none is in the hospital of this city (one that would in the Woody Allen fall asleep in three minutes), but rather a sober space with many common corners. Or that he finally on the poor Muslim started, when he happened to see how this baby was talking about his religious incantations, rather it is the mother for the first time in the hand was, that was funny. Pfleger they separated. Anyway, he was a Green Party politician locally tailored to the situation not grown nervous. The abuse of his wife giving birth had probably contributed to theirs. Exactly how matters stand with them, once again documenting men's abuse of the woman giving birth is all about, well, I think, since breaking a deeper gender hatred that may be as natural as the love between the sexes. Whatever the case, at the ear-splitting, final cry of a woman, as the offspring of Green slipped, I had to laugh. Marscha, my wife was in delivery room 2, and we both looked at each other. The midwife was just off, and Marscha and said: "shudder. You'll find this funny? The make is not soundproof. These midwives like me: you heard what she said earlier in my labor, "
Yes. Not so loud. "
" So a cow, eh? "
" Well, come on. After all, she's your midwife. "
Yes. But her brutal face. "
Yes. She is not unattractive. She looks so brutal that it has almost pretty again. "
" I hope you're laughing at me. "
" No. Except you insult me. "
And she has it really been called all that before?" Marscha asked interested.
"When I come to tell you so. I could only hear muffled by the door outside. But it sounded like ass, and flat wanker, impotent pig. "
Marscha shook his head.
"When has said the midwife, when acts of labor resources?"
"In 30 minutes. Mind if I disappear for a cup of coffee? "
" No, no. Go home. "
" If it starts earlier. I got the phone. "
Marscha nodded.
I stood with my coffee cup at the entrance. It was earlier 2 clock, and a gentle breeze cooled my face. Suddenly dashed approached the patrol car. He stopped with screeching tires, and paramedics unloaded a stretcher, with the Green! He looked bad from trimmed. Where did he come from? Now I saw the blue lights above the circular movement of something new. Since there had been a Verkehrsumfall. Was that an overturned truck? Within a few seconds I was at the scene. A wheel was on the road. The truck was carrying kohlrabi, they were everywhere. A thick Turkish woman with colorful headscarf was calmly while to grab some cabbage in a plastic bag. A traffic warden told her kindly that it would not now.
A Gaffer said to another: "Yes. Any such crazy cyclist in the rain poncho. He cried something and suddenly drove in a serpentine line. If the truck driver would not have panned the tax, he would now be flat, "said
Another Gaffer". Yes. He is said to have shouted: I need a haircut. I need a haircut "
A third:" Probably drugs. Only drug addicts lead so on. "
I grinned and sprinted back because important imminent.
Before the delivery room were one, two nurses. One just said, not without a touch of guilt in his voice: "... a few injuries. The truck driver nothing happened. And I tell him yet, he should first ride home, and sleep. His wife was also for it. "
" What he has called his wife once everything? "
" bastard, wanker flat, codger. Impotent pig. "
" impotent pig? Arg ", the other
said" Yes-arg ", concluded the first.
I laughed, I summarized the sisters nodded seriously, and went into the delivery room number two.

Must Give Birth Games

on thin ice

I had drunk at Laura in Kufstein. Two bottles of white men. As one of her conditions was that I should not rush my sleep with her, I had started late. For years I lived in Pampa, beweibt first, then 3 years alone, about 7 kilometers from the city. In a V-valley, where a small stream gurgled near the bottom. I pulled the Zipper of my fur-lined leather jacket later, shivering and walked through the city. My options were: to go through in one of the restaurants open up in the morning, had to cycle or go home. I hoisted myself on my bike as I pedaled, I knew, however: that was me today too difficult. To me it was in the Pampa continuously upward. In addition, it was cold and I had flip side. I climbed down again. Should I immediately get a hat full of sleep? In a staircase, on a wooden bench covered with plastic sheets which I could draw on a body shop? I could sleep on the musty, but get recently cleared out the attic of the pink house, which for hundreds of years the town hall opposite the mountain fortress stand.Wunderbarerweise stood there, under the powerful beams a lonely, old easy chair in which I enthroned many times are hatte.Ich remained, shaking his head. kip No, was not an option. There was much energy in me, and I wanted to hunt down the chimney before I "got canceled. I took the road to Lucky Bar, where I locked the wheel off. Refreshed by oxygen and cold, I tucked myself behind the bar, drank to babbles barmaid full, and got the shooting arrows against them in no time at all coal. That was stupid. With heavy legs I trudged up the stairs to the front door, determined to make the wheel of his bike, and to take a taxi. In my room were still some crushed. I wanted to get, then back to the taxi ...
prevailed before the door, such a cold place that I hit at random, the next house doorknob. Lo and behold, the door swung back to expectations. I found myself in a warm staircase. I strode up the stairs until I was faced with the tinny, closed door of the attic, and lay down on the large front door mat. An indeterminate time later, I woke up, slept fairly well, but strong enough to make it to the taxi stand. I gave me a jolt, thundered down the stairs, and saw a 15-16-year old girl that I used the hallway. She's asleep outside a door on the mat, wearing black stilettos bulging tight jeans, plus a white T-shirt that had slipped up over half of the back. Black hair fell in thick strands of the mat and in a pale, not ugly face. The end of her ass cleft was visible, and about a tattoo, a sun sign emblazoned representing, and four of which extend away lizards. I stared back, and the tattoo began as a mandala to affect me. I would almost passed out. It took a moment before I had eyes, including the young, white flesh. I took a step closer. Her face wore the expression fixed Sleep. Her boobs were big, the nipples pierced through the fabric of bra and T-shirt. Probably because of the coolness, because she was dressed too light for this time of year. Now she moaned bright and moving.
"Tell me once-you not cold?" I asked. She nodded without opening his eyes.
"That's" angle, I whispered and asked: "Do you want my jacket"
She nodded quietly with closed eyes, they had very long, silky eyelashes.
"Would you sleep in a bed? In a soft bed? "
Another nod. It had to be, here is a soothing trance state, a peaceful drug or alcohol half asleep. My voice seemed in any event, pleasant, and it looked like she was under my spell! - All this without hypnosis tricks! I just had to stay confident, I felt. With a firm voice I said: 'Come on, you can sleep with me in bed. Since it is warm and cozy. It is not far from here. "
She nodded. I took her hand, she opened her eyes and a dreamy look of confidence hit me-as if they knew me all along. I put my thick jacket around her shoulders and she could be without will lead to the front door. For a moment, unspeakable lust rose in me. The cold that struck against us at the door she choked again.
We take a taxi, "said I mouth with smoking.
"Where?"
"to me. To bed. Since it is warm. "
It was daylight when we were a short walk from the taxi. The driver jumped out and opened the sliding door before coming. My beautiful trance girl had already lodged a stiletto reinforced foot for boarding when she asked: "Where's my room key '
It dawned on me that I had gleaned from her own apartment and said:" The find we have, honey. Come on, you have to go to bed. Since it is warm. "
She nodded, very good girl, and got inside. The taxi driver smiled. Why, I was unclear. He could not imagine any event that I have a me completely foreign sleepwalker had picked up. After 15 minutes of rapid and very twisty ride uphill forever, we were standing in front of the apartment house in the boonies. I lived in the attic.
"One moment. I'll get money. they watch it on. "
" Do I, "laughed the taxi driver.
I hurried up the stairs, and paid from the back seat, over the lap of beauty. I helped her get off.
"Where's my keys?"
"We find it. Into it, the door is open. "
" Where's my key. Where am I? I want to go home. "
The situation threatened to tip over.
"Listen, sweetheart," I said with good doses of emphasis. "You are you allowed to sleep with me, as agreed upon. Or with you. "
The taxi driver's attention.
"Where's my keys?"
"With me. We will find him. Look, the door is open. Go in there, all the stairs! The apartment door is open. "
When she sat her ass in motion, with uncertain step to the front door stöckelte, and it disappeared, I was overcome with fierce triumph. Now could not go much wrong. It was mine. I nodded to the taxi driver to leave. The car roared away. Slowly, almost casually, I strolled up the stairs, past the doors of neighbors: people of abgezirkeltem, controlled lifestyle. Brave people, boring People. Zero finders.
I entered the apartment, and completed. Caught. Now the sweet trance girl was trapped. Unspeakable lust rose in me. I was shaking and drooling a little ...
presented Amused, I realize that the pretty instinctively had found their way into the living room, and the two with red stretch sheet-related spring mattresses. Stomach, was dropped as her as she lay on blankets and cushions. Under the hem of her T-shirt hiked the dark mandala is painted on the white skin, and the buttocks twinkling among the plump tight jeans to me.
"Just" do not rush, I whispered, turning the heater more and pulled me out naked. Slowly, somewhat like a stork, scratching me with nuts and laughing faun walked, I was in the kitchen. There, I covered the opened bottle of vodka from the previous day, Brand Yeltsin. I had yesterday approved some good sip of it before I had stopped by the wine at Laura. For good reason, because she had said: "I am happy. You look over anyway at the right moment, but do me a favor. "
" who would? "
" No booze. For me, no liquor is drunk. "
I placed myself, the vodka bottle in hand, in the doorway of the living room, casting a greedy eye on the horny beast that needed to be succumbed to. Then I looked in my step: My Dong had become hard.
I did a sip from the bottle, and danced with light, playful steps into the bathroom, just like a striker who hesitates before the empty goal of the opponent, rather he einlocht. "Relax, do not do it, if you wonna come ...«, I sang and clapped me happily on the bare thigh. In the bathroom was the ghetto booster, which had given me an ex-girlfriend to my thirties. I chose a classical music station. They played some of Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy. I turned on the shower, and then I stood together under the refreshing spray bottle. I sang, moving his hips to the rhythm of the music, I foaming us the ball, took sips, and was me of life. Freshly showered and cleaned up, the booster in the left, the Yeltsin in the right, the power cable as a devil tail grind, I hopped back into the living room. The trance girl lay there in Spoons. The hands are kept folded in the crotch. I casually said, "I listen to music to fall asleep, which does not bother you but"
She shook, her eyes shut tight, his head?.
plug in, press down, Wagner's overture to Tristan and Isolde sounded. I lay down beside her. I put my teeth in her hair and sniffed. It smelled a bit strict, but it smelled. I smelled her hair I smelled her neck. When she my hot Breath, pulled it gave a purring sound. I put my teeth deep into her dark hair waves, and inhaled. My hand trembled as I took a swig from the bottle.
"Quiet, quiet, you get it," I whispered.
As a lizard I snuggled me of her. I put one of my arms gently on her hip, and what can I say, she took my hand between her warm hands, and pressed it gently, as if we were a couple.
I felt flattered. At the same time I was allowed through this intimate act that can not be trusted tenderness dupe, be unfaithful to my hunting and game-related thoughts to sleep, and. One moment The temptation was great. I was a jerk, and pulled my finger slowly from the sweet clip out of their hands.
I fumbled at the zipper of her jeans, gently, gently, he pulled out a piece. She took my hand between hers again. I let it happen, but I kept hold the end of the zipper between the thumb and index finger. Slowly, tooth for tooth, he opened and he was open. I freed my hand and pulled her jeans with a firm tug, along with panties on their magnificent white rump down and shone in his step, a Black Bush. It was a sound of discontent, and I quickly pulled a blanket over the part the plump ass, so they do not felt the chill.
this, I put my hand on her hip again, they took prompt. But now their most holy lay naked and helpless before me.
I laid on my back and stretched after Yeltsin. A swallow while lying down, I drooled a little on my naked chest, no matter. Bottle away cuddled to my sleep-walker. I pulled the blanket back something taken from her buttocks and almost agonizing lust I muttered: "Gracious, what a basic ass"
No pimples marred the white double glory. A safe feeling told me now, fuck that was now a foregone conclusion. I sipped on Yeltsin, and slid a half Meters deep, to take her column in appearances. I turned the hair of her jet-black fleece something back, and there was the strange, pink pieces that would never have thought that there would still be eyed by me ... if it had had a brain. Since they were
, pink warm and prickly, the interesting winding labia. I held out as a gay man drinking beer, from my little finger, and into the cave. Just the tip. Then I fingered her. But gently and only with the tip of the little finger. My Trance Girl grunted satisfied and pushed at the same time in a half-bashful move my hand from her step. But without great stress. My hand crept cheeky researchers again on their part, and as I fingered this time, she wetted considerably. Small droplets glittering in the web. I stuck her middle finger into the vagina, moving him into her, and felt the juice increased. She moaned occasionally, but the deep breaths of a solid sleep prevailed. I tried two fingers, I tried three or four fingers, and then it was my finger instead of the Harter their part. Light and he had slipped unnoticed into it with relish when I closed my eyes. I came immediately. satisfied in this naughty way, I wanted to fall to the eyes, because outside it was already daylight. But I still had enough sense to dry my shorts with her pace, and pants and panties with a gentle tug to pull back on her ass. I absolutely dog away before I could close her zipper. My sleep was short. A bright, hysterical over the playing voice woke me.
"No. What is going on here, where am I, I need a Dschig saw. "
In the twinkling lashes I Outwitted out in the living room-and-forth race.
"Where am I? Where is Kufstein, it is clear in this direction? "
" No, there is the Hohe Salve. "
" I did need a Dschig. "
you suddenly stopped and, by the hand to the zipper. It closed. Put the wrong head listened to himself. A dangerous moment.
"I need a "Dschig she repeated, her dark eyes and saw me now almost pleadingly.
I have unfortunately no cigarettes. "
" but tobacco, rolling tobacco you've got? "
" No. Bin Non smoking. "
She pushed on the inside of her thigh along, as if the pants do not sit right. Again she listened. I held my breath. Then it burst from her: "I have to jet, I stop go, where is Kufstein, it was far away," I
before it as if it is not quite still in his senses, as a glowing alcohol and perhaps an unknown drug? according to her.
»Kufstein is there. Go to work towards. As you can see the road . See "
She disappeared and I began to dress me.
I ask she heard from over there, "Is that it? Is this the road? With the many curves? "
" Yes, but no stress. I am using nozzle. I need to get my bike. A jacket you'll get even. It is freezing cold. "I unbuttoned my pants too, looking up and I looked her straight in the face in which were neither hatred nor reproach. She had nothing. I wondered who they held me in her trance.
"Where's my keys?"
"You've already found him yesterday not you remember?"
"No. But, yes. Which I have in my jacket. And hanging in the restaurant. In the Lucky Bar. I need to Kufstein, to my child. "
" You have a child? "
" I need a Dschig. Is this the door? What's that? "
She had opened the door to the storeroom. In addition to the junk hung a curiosity: a dirndl from the early days of my ex-girlfriend.
"Whose is this children's dirndl?" She asked, and from under the velvety lashes hit me a horrified look.
for long explanations, I was not in place, so I said. "To my last murder victim"
She stared at me.
"fun. I have to pull when I cum. "
you took a step back.
"Was the second of fun."
"I need to Kufstein. I need a Dschig. My key is gone, I have no money. How did we get here? Is this the door? She's locked. "
" Wait, I lock on. Here you have a jacket, it is freezing cold. "
I went into my jacket, locked up, and already they clattered down the stairs. I sat by her. Outside the front door, she struck the wrong direction. "This way," I called and they followed me. After 200 meters on the narrow access road, it was cold, our mouths were smoking. She suddenly asked me: "Why do you actually go with"
"I said. I got my bike in Kufstein. And I want my jacket back. "
She was already somewhere else, and accelerated its course. "Hey, why you walk like that?" I must be about my child, what time is it? "Nine."
"Shit. I wanted to start at home yesterday. I need a Dschig. "
" fit for who on the child? Your type? "
" Have no types'm single. "
" And the father? "
" Is an asshole. All types are assholes. "
" Aha, "I said, and joined her on.
"But you can not always make it myself yet," I suggested.
"But can"-man, she said firmly. We arrived at the road, and traipsed out to a stretched Thumb along the roadside.
"Go here, so always a few cars?"
"No. Today is Sunday. "
A rusty small car overtook us, and gave a little late so as if the only driver to check our faces in the rearview mirror. We ran to the car. A very young, pretty helpless woman came to the door from the inside.
"Hello," she said, and gave me a smile.
"Hey, that's nice of you to keep-just like that."
The young thing at the wheel was about to say something, but it bit back.
I want to sit "behind", called the trance girl.
you push himself past me on the back seat, I concluded the door and we were off.
"Did you perhaps a Dschig for me?" She asked. The helpless woman was pretty.
Reich you her "the box back, they said, and as a knowing smile was on her lips. I did as commanded. "Thank you. The I need now. I fire myself. "
flicked a lighter.
"Ah, ah yes ... that feels good."
"Do not you like me anymore?" Asked me now the helpless. My reaction surprised and flattered.
"Should I?" I looked at their profile, which I wanted to look familiar.
But I felt too well juiced and warm vodka to combine great.
"Help me" on the jumps, I said, and checked the rearview mirror. About the Unlisted sat there quietly, and drew with stupid satisfaction in their Lulle.
"I did last spring on the road this Amnesty ..."
"Ah, now I know again. Maria! The young activist. The Death Metal concert. "
She had contacted me in advertising design, I had turned the tables, and invited them for a beer. The second beer, she had decided to end their day early. Then she was switched to white Auer. I had noticed her rapid drinking. The speech came at a concert in Wörgl and suddenly I was sitting in her car, a can of beer in hand, they one between the legs. She was driven rapidly, openly drinking their beer constantly, cursing at the cops. At the concert I had closed their ears, and she had heimgekarrt me. She had told me some stories sexual content, and something about her friend who stank, had been not to move but to stay the night.
"Did you not then another car?" I asked.
Yes. Imagine that you have stolen me. "
" What? "
Yes. I left it open. It has been fished later from the Inn. "
" Yes, that is the world. Everyone steals from everyone. The law of the jungle. How's your friend? "
"Oh, that asshole," she said just to ask a moment later: "Where shall I Request by e you? I have it in a hurry, you know? "
" On Sunday? "
Yes. . Work in the nursing home "
over the shoulder, I asked:"?. Where you have to actually down, "
" The Lucky Bar "
" There was where I picked up "
" Where was the "" over the hallway? . '' Yes. Since I live. "
" But you have no key. "
" The caretaker will unlock me. "
" That is fortunate. My bike is there, too. For the Lucky Bar, so. Is that possible? "
" Sure. "Maria nodded. ?
"Is your child at home," I asked over his shoulder, and, "What is your name really"
"Lerna?. No. I leave my child alone but it is ... but what am I talking about? I know you not. "
" Better than you think, "I mumble, and smiled grimly to myself. Maria famd the amusing, she asked: "What do you not know? You do have ... "
" She stayed with me because she was out of her apartment, "I said quickly.
Maria was at the curb, I got worked, the seat forward, and Lerna went her way, no thanks to Maria, without having to turn, and in my Jacket.
"Thanks for the ride," I cried, slammed the car door and began to Lerna.
At the door I reached them.
"Hey, Lerna."
"What?" She asked indignantly.
"My jacket."
"Oh, yes." She pulled it out and threw it to my chest.
Oh, and Lerna? "
" What else? My phone number you do not get "ask
I had not intended - well, I asked though:".? Why not "
" You're not my type, and now bye "
She was the front door in, and I did. they open.
"Lerna,"
"God, you're annoying, because what yet? "
" Are you taking the pill really? "
" For what? In me is for a very long tail no more. "
" Oh, yes! "I slapped my forehead. "I could forget. All types are assholes, right? "
" You got it, old age would have. "
Lerna up the stairs, yet so easily I would not let it get away. I held her by the arm, and said, "But you know, Lerna. You can not always make it yourself,"
"Yes" can, man, she snapped, tore himself away, and stumbled up the stairs.

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