So he said Nevermore, Edgar Allan Poe's world famous Mysterious Raven.
Do you wake up, he is already enthroned above you and breathes: Morning, Nevermore!
black, tender raven, I have a passion for your form and your speech.
If only I said that word, this one, what do you mean?
It would be easier for me then?
I am black feathered, like you, my beak is black, my toes are black,
black my eyes. So black, that only you can see, what is oracular in it:
Nevermore!
I sent all the beautiful dresses back, dear raven, now, what should I do with beautiful
forms and eye candy, where there is another heart, in which he immerses all his singing.
Raven, my big brother, this is singing, not croak evermore.
Raven, it is: nomore ….
Stare at you now where all flowers are gone and NEVERMORE—————————————————————–
any flower will grow out of my asphalt.
Deutsch: Rabe, my flowers can never grow again by the side of the asphalt,
neveragainnever was and is and will never ever ever be ….. Raven! What’ is this?
Hell?! Or heaven? A sort of hellish Eternity ….. a sort of Conspiracy bigger than death.
Be my friend, the cumpane of an asocial being, living on the most lonely planet you can imagine,
i give you my shoulder as a prove of my loyality. Come, take a seat!!!!!
What's this, Rabe? Eternal life, eternal hell, incarnate hell, if only death to all
pulls the plug! Just the plug? Is that the kind?, how can I be saved from this one
torture, just, by pulling the plug? He loves her, not me.
Raven, my tenderly bird! I want: never have been alive, if life has no cumpane for me
To love beyond this bullshit, I would have wanted: Never ever been born to die only as mechanical as a …..plug ….
I don’t want this, what I get since ….. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Raven …………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I don’t want it don’t wan’t not to have any choice to choose among eternal miseries……..
Dying and take with me this huge Death called Vivacity. Hellish life that threatens me beyond this
silly stupid phantasy called death …………… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Raven …………….
listen to my when anybody does neverevermore, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Listen to me with your dark orakly Eyes that stands in your face like marble Truth. Gorgeous!
A flowerypowery man sweet as you and I cannot imagine, Raven,
has left me for three years ….. and still leaves my leaves me, leaves me …. behind ….
how can I die so? If I am left …. and afterwards …. hahaha …… Raven ……. sorry being so trivial Poe Edgar:
Afterwards: NEVERMORE IT TOOK Place.
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I was with the sheep, they ring to my raft, they are glass spiral staircases-musical.
I have her fine, velvety snouts touched, two nibbled on my hand.
I had to cry …… creeks ……. thousands times bigger than the Aareschlaufe.
A sheep in tha grass, you know: is forever. This I simply grasped.
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In my testimony: Ravens and crows know up to 240 warning calls. I read on wiki.
Ravens and crows can recognize human faces and store them in their brains.
Ravens and crows make a nest out of clothes hangers, they have extraordinary
capabilities, to model implements with their beaks. They can fly on their backs.
Don’t want to fall asleep because I don’t want to wake up never ever again.
, is there any alternative to this?! Alternative beyond my Imagination…..?
I do not desire freedom any longer.
Only peace.
Freedom causes tremendous pain. At least if you are not a bird.
(3.6.22)