Bitter Bile Ever
31_lonely ghost
We have visitors again tonight, Raven&l, is not clear to me, who that could be
30_the Nevermore_Dialogues
Last night I suddenly saw fish everywhere, on the wardrobe a greasy, scaly one, on the door frame a blue one with plumage and a brown googly eye. Behind the curtain a silver one,with head above water. Raven, don't bring gli ...
M(ovid) kills me
I can not anymore: stand on my feet, ohne dass sie einbrechen Ich kann meine Arme nicht mehr gebrauchen fürs Haarewaschen od eine Pfanne waschen Ich kann nix essen Ich kann noch: tippen mit den Fingern im Liegen The perfid posteuroimmun ...
Memory_Blauvac Beauty_I wanna get married in Blauvac next life!
I'm still standing by the small town wall of Blauvac. Below me is not as lush vegetation. Paradise beautiful. https://ccvs84.fr/la-communaute-de-communes/le-territoire/les-communes/blauvac.html
(M)ovid skin clean
Now the physical memory of Covid is already beginning (postneuroimmune Sickness&Exhaustion/PENE), this means, it's getting a lot more intense now from being completely debilitated: Strangle, neurosensory madness (no noises), fasciculations, S ...
A fictional interview about my prose work Testimony without witnesses (second part still pending)
I, the journalist for the publishing house der "marginal shipping": MJS, what you already im "Belief" hinted at trying, did you fully implement it in the testimony?: You split a protagonist into two characters. MJS: Who is Jeanne? U ...
My shoe
Wish all my crawlers, Spamern und anonymen Voyeur-Güxlern in ihrer Panoptikum-Warte schöne Sommerferien. My last vacations were 2015. It was hard, I was just in the trunk. Travel... long a dream, even if you have been for three years ...
29_the nevermore dialogues
I still have cat food for about ten bowls. Raven, did you eat your first peel last night?? Marten fledged since last winter. Schneggen leave tracks at the feeding place. Hulk only comes from the Zehndermätteli every leap year ...
I need Memory, please!_Henrilov
Hen stood in front of his cottage in his pink shirt and Cuban pointy shoes, and from afar I saw him wringing out the lettuce in a cloth on the troittoir. Hen called far across the Austrasse: Maaaaaariooon! Also a bit oracular. U ...