the illiterate

Die Tür zum Gefängnis steht offen.

Ich kann nicht aus meiner Haut.

Wie viele Fehler verzeiht einem das Leben?

"Look at all this," she said, as we took in the softly-fading summer.

Außerdem Ist man wieder was Isst man wieder was Ich nähme mir zu wenig Zeit greifen Sie doch zu

I'm sitting at home.

Reluctantly, I click on the link to read the text.

I might be here -- I think, you are here I am here -- I think you belong here I like it here -- Don't you think it's cold here?

Hier stehe ich Stehe ich falsch?

We are idolators, worshipping the work of our own hands.

Do you ever put up your feet?

Ist das Glas halb voll oder halb leer?

Summer.

Do you know how your car works?

is it the urge to feel the need to shiver a desire to leap across the river the bottomless hole of trust without doubt into a soul to revolve around or is it the question that asks for a point afraid that the reasons lie in the void the voice that explains