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Sometimes I feel lonely alone, that lonely that when I have shower in the evening and I fart I feel for a moment ashamed, because of the nonexistent woman outside the bathroom on the bed, I guess reading a book. Sometimes I feel lonely and I want to hug a big bear and...

Make the invisible naked

Deep inside the carcass of filthy shambles of shedding champagne and viscid handshakes Among the bulging bodies of the incorporated revolt The amorphous strange struts on shtum pistons Like a cursing wisdom with its ramming menace lurking throughout and beneath...

Das Rad

Eine Frau, der alltäglichen Körperwäsche zur abendlichen Stunde nachgehend, in Tücher gewickelt von Kopf bis über die Knie, in der einen Hand eine Taschenlampe, deren verschmutztes Glas, ein Lichtaquarium auf die Strasse verschüttet, und ab und an in wildes Flackern...

Only lunacy might have lead to salvation

The gods are dead! Once we suppressed And advanced closer to freedom we will have ever been we executed life We decapitated ripped its heart out we disemboweled and sold it by the piece to evolution Life was dead! We hailed our machines We manufactured our last choice...
A letter

A letter

Dearest, On days like today I sit down and start to write. I want to write something good. A sequence of words which matter, which ease, forgive and arouse. Change. Give me strength, maybe even hope. Because being feels sometimes heavy. Today it feels heavy. Being is...
At a coffee shop

At a coffee shop

A group of men sharing their laughter and confidence by wealth. A waitress is serving iced coffees, in plastic cups. Some mumbling and laughter goes around and one is addressing the young waitress, with the oozy charm of a middle aged man certain about his smartness....

INORCISM

Who am I Am I me or you Am I you because of me Am I me because of you How much am I you How less are you me Why are you not me! Lorn in my rigorous stare Stop staring! I beg for mercy, stop being me I need to be alone Absorb, eternal void Leave me to rest I need rest...

ART

Art today may, more than ever now that design is not only corrupting the resource of beauty and along the concept of aesthetic but also alienating us from and making the viewer and the artist a victim, be medium only for self-regeneration, the preliminary stage to...

The alien inside of us

In the alien there is only alienation. – Truly the mere tragic of the misery that is! We are simply not able to imagine, probably a pathologic safeguard to prevent self-destruction or just ego-libido, that we someday wonʼt exist anymore, as a whole. We have alienated...

Das werbende Lachen

Heute wo ich den Menschen lachen sehe frage ich mich warum er lacht. Sich erfreuen an etwas ja sicherlich, es gibt noch ausreichend woran Mensch sich das Gemüt erfrischen darf, warum nicht einem Ausblick auf die Natur, dort wo sich noch heile ist. Oder selbst aus...

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climate change cancer nationalism a pyre of holy trinity of man’s ultimate century and pleasuring the culpable flesh with masturbation occasionally feel a little joy for being a prodigious human infestation cherish the popular opulence in our bosom sagging blossoms of...
Das Tief

Das Tief

Hoch oben zur frühen Stund’ der stuhlverkrümmte Leib das morgendliche Exerzieren übend Auf der Kanzel des Gerechtsamen des drei Stockwerk herrschenden Heimes Meines Heimes zur Heimatlosigkeit der ewigen Ankunft der Entfremdung trachtend Über den Dächern des...
Ein Hoch

Ein Hoch

Schau es dir an Die armen Leut Wie sie sich im Dreck und durch den Dreck und aus dem Dreck wuehlen Mit Haenden stark wie der Erde Furchtbarkeit um sich ein wenig Herzens Waerme muehen Dabei Lachen wie die Waschweiber Trunken des Lebens Suend Welch Kostbarkeit aus...