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ThoughtThat’s it, folks. This is the last issue of Anarchaia. Life goes on at Trivium. See you all on the other side.
everything comes to an end

das ist als wuerde der ORF
aufhoeren zu senden :) — Manuel Simoni

So it’s fare thee well my own true love,
We’ll meet another day, another time.
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind.
— Bob Dylan, Farewell

23:21 <FunctorSalad> lolol, loldiol, loltriol, …
I caught a bushel of oranges.

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
— Pete Seeger, Turn! Turn! Turn!

I will not spend all my spare time on Flickr

ThoughtThanks go to: _why for making me popular, Aria for the hosting, the guys from for registering and paying for a year, everyone that donated for the cause, sent fan mail, or contributed links.
ThoughtAnarchaia consists of 1163 posts in a span of over 3.5 years. There were 14358 links, 2437 pictures, 1186 IRC quotes, 2180 lyrics, 410 quotes, and 232 thoughts… totalling in 20803 items, 96553 lines, 504428 words and 5.5 megabytes of text.

Die Stimme Gottes: “Ich habe es nicht gewollt.” — Karl Kraus, Die Letzten Tage Der Menschheit



He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down,
He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
He flies so high, he swoops so low,
He knows exactly which way hes gonna go.
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
— Moody Blues, Legend Of A Mind

ThoughtCreativity is the art of amazing yourself.

I see the ships of a friendly fleet
And a song so sweetly sounding
And gentle souls who think not to defeat
As across the waves they are bounding
— Gene Clark, 1975

16:56 <duschendestroyer> cool
16:56 <duschendestroyer> heute ist quasi-freitag
18:14 <christophsturm> wir sagen donnerstag dazu


makan photoshoot5.jpg

Now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
— Joan Baez, Diamonds And Rust

Well, I want you to know, I just had to go.
I want you to know, we just had to grow.
So it’s goodbye first love, and I hope you’re fine.
— The Incredible String Band, First Girl I Loved

After sunset



Who holds the blank thoughts of people when nothing is said?
And who turns the lights out after you’ve gotten in bed?
I guess I’ll never know why
I’ll just lay here and decay here
— Moby Grape, Lazy Me

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
— Barry McGuire, Eve Of Destruction

Blue eyed


Spinning Light

I’ll go through life searchin’
Tryin’ to find the one
I’d go slip, slip, you’d
go slip, slip away
— Love, A Message to Pretty

Wasp Black & Yellow

Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got
And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot
May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty
For now the Queen’s duty lies heavy on me
— Fairport Convention, The Deserter


Taxman, rentman, they all chase me,
I ain’t home when they come round.
Got no money, live my life free,
That’s the best way, I have found.
— The Yardbirds, I Can’t Make Your Way

techno monolith 1

And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the sizxe
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
— Amy MacDonald, This Is The Life


ThoughtNo Anarchaia tomorrow, I’m going to the Oktoberfest.

Crowds of people standing everywhere
‘Cross the street I’m at this laugh affair
And here they always play my songs
And me, I wonder if it’s…
— Love, Maybe The People Would Be The Times Or Between Clark And Hilldale


Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shop and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
— The Hollies, Bus Stop


candle without wind

All the things that I’m a-sayin’ an’ a-many times more.
I’m a-singin’ you the song, but I can’t sing enough,
‘Cause there’s not many men that done the things that you’ve done.
— Bob Dylan, Song To Woody

Yeah, said its all right
I wont forget
All the times Ive waited patiently for you
And youll do just what you choose to do
And I will be alone again tonight my dear
— Love, Alone Again Or



Munich Central Station.

She may beg she may plead
She may argue with her logic
And then mention all the things I’ll lose
That really have no value
In the end she will surely know
I wasn’t born to follow
— Carol King and Gerry Goffin, Wasn’t Born To Follow

Penguin grafitti at Olympiapark, Munich

The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
— Roger McGuinn, Ballad Of Easy Rider

Water trapped in a window


ThoughtI’m moving. Anarchaia will resume publishing at least Thursday, September 25.
Goutte à goutte

I need my privacy, I lead a secret life
Sleep with the enemy, and betray both sides
I travelled all my life, but never got away
From the killing jar, and it got me sick
— Black Box Recorder, England Made Me


Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in fate?
I believe the good things
Only come to those who wait
We’ve got to plan the journey
Eliminate all mistakes
Take the safe route
It’s called the art of driving
— Black Box Recorder, The Art Of Driving


by LdDH

Welcome to the House of Lies
For you and I it’s like paradise
You can do what you wanna
When you do, I’ll act like I’m surprised
— The Shortwave Set, House Of Lies


I typed OMG, should be you and me
You wrote LOL, wrote LOL
My browser froze right down to my toes,
I said go to hell.
— The Hot Toddies, HTML


When you lie in the desert sun
believe me, you make it so much fun
I know you’re coming back
and I’ll wait, I’ll wait forever
— Tiger Trap, Chester


I don’t wanna know
This Love
I don’t wanna know
It’s all I’ll ever have
This love
I don’t wanna know
— The Magic Numbers, This Love


2008-09-13_Chihuly 100

And these clocks keep unwinding
and completely ignore everything
that we hate or adore.
Once the page of a calendar is
turned it’s no more.
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?
— Bright Eyes, A Scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks

Galerie Ravenstein

I used to be the bright one
Smart as a whip
Funny how you slip so far when
Teachers dont keep track of it
— The Dresden Dolls, The Perfect Fit


There’s the hatred that strangles
The throat of a man
But the worst of all hatred
Is that which is planned
Against what we have
In this goddess of land
— Levellers, Maid Of The River

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Ignore everybody. The more original your idea is, the less good advice other people will be able to give you. Hugh MacLeod



You’re the girl that I adore,
But still I live in hope to see
The holy Ground once more
— The Holy Ground


We’re tired of lies we want the truth!
Most people they will never know!
We’re tired of lies we want the truth!
With your or against you?
— Anti-Flag, Turncoat