I don't want to go back to yesterday when mold took over the refrigerator and you called out to me in the pouring rain “Do something!” While I was stuck in my father's chair and spoiled that great romance.
Déjà Vu
Clothing
I can't stand striped, checked, or textured clothing; trousers, shirts, socks... you name it. Tiny lines screaming to break free, doomed to eternal captivity. I would never wear anything like that myself. If someone does, I accept it, if you're really looking smashing within. But, give me something plain or something with a nice message... Lees verder →
Monochrome
the infinite looks out on the closed windows splashes before moving villages hidden between valleys of melancholy - I hardly dare to look I am blinded by what may always remain until the autocratic idiot the fungus of the ego - that festers with false promises erases what should stayand the valley of Angels and... Lees verder →
Farewell my friend
I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →
Resistance
There they stood arm in arm as if it had always been that way this Tristan and Isolde she, mother and father the one 10 years older when the virus came and he saw the world change even before egos decided that war is necessary, that people are cattle for slaughter, ‘cause machines must roar,... Lees verder →
How do you keep going on?
I cross the street, iron monsters surround me, throwing their poisonous gases into my eyes and filling my lungs, heavy as lead. That's how I feel now, I want to get away, away from the grind, away from the smell of everyday life, let me write, writing is not dying, writing is wanting to live,... Lees verder →
The Visit
He told me that this pill would initially intensify the symptoms, but that I would definitely feel better afterwards. Yes, I felt very chaotic in my head, doubted everything I thought or read, and felt like I had constant hug boners. But then again, that was already the case for several years, I had to... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 