swimming through libraries,
but these are all landsmen I bet,
and land was scorching my feet,
push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!
looking for my story to write
and burning it,
since nothing can last,
too much work, though.
a cake should suffice
mhhhmmm ... banana cake & noodles
in love with the sun - all others but liars!
and noooodles: my Cambridge and Harvard -
going to Scotland going to trippets and spamming her webmail account
Wednesdays, Saturdays, Thursdays and so on
Q.: 0791 5488044 and so on
I:
I@webmail.com and so on
Burning Steph's kitchen
Burning Sheffield and writing a novella about noodles and Magnus Carlsen
Title: How I became poor Magsen’s nightmare
[Event Simul 45 45 u]
[Date "2005.05.01"]
[White "Magnus"]
[Black "Me!"]
[Result "1-0"]
[Opening "Richter-Veresov attack"]
1. Nc3 Nf6 2. d4 d5 3. Bg5 Nbd7 4. Qd3 e6 5. e4 dxe4 6. Nxe4 Be7 7. Nf3 O-O
8. Nxf6+ Nxf6 9. O-O-O a5 10. Ne5 a4 11. a3 Bd7 12. Qh3 Ne4 13. Bxe7 Qxe7
14. Bd3 Nf6 15. g4 h6 16. f4 Nd5 17. Rdf1 f5 18. gxf5 exf5 19. Bc4 Qd6 20.
Rhg1 Rf6 21. Qg3 {Black resigns} 1-0 Oh well …
but how easy & hopeless to teach these fine things,
and calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm,
don’t dream with thy hand on the helm!
Oh well;
no cake, no spam, no fires I guess,
for how many stories do end in death,
it's true:
like cures like,
but for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health,
trying hard to fail.
..gleichzeitig verschenkt schwarz ein tempo wegen Ld3...fritz gibt stattdessen h6 an, was sinn zu machen scheint....
