One night I got up and made the river flow, without water, rubbed stones together, until they glowed, without starting a fire. I filled my travel boxes with air and lit the hut with the passion of my breath, but it didn't burn. So I went back and cut my wrists, but there was no blood, I poked and poked. With a corpse on my electric wheels, I then rolled to the port, where the other's lover beckoned to me: I loved you alone! As a corpse on my wheelchair, which wasn't, I then got up and ran across the sea, that did not give in under me. It hurt a little. So I tried to think of something beautiful. I thought,How I got up one night and got the river to flow with water. How I rubbed stones together and started a fire,my travel boxes filled with valuables come to life. They got heavy. I went and burned the hut down with the passion of my breath. I cut my wrists and bled to death. I went to the harbor as a corpse on two legs, where I waved to the other's lover: I loved you alone too! The other's lover grabbed me and threw me into the sea, that gave under me. It hurt a little. Try to think something nice again.
(28.11.2020)
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