I. I fieri asalti di crudel fortuna I fieri assalti di crudel Fortuna (the attacks of cruel fate) I write crying, it's in my green age; me who are so vile and horrid contrate ...
44 nevermore
With the four thousand sf., which we shoved up the blackmailer's ass, theoretically we could have had a nice cruise in a sea that was still untouched. me on deck, of, Raven fly, above me or in the stern. What peace! Ein leeres Geisterschif ...
Portrait_an old man
An old man with icy hair brought me four sunflowers. But he wanted to caress my cheek in return. I jumped a little and hid behind the four sunflowers. Der alte Mann mit dem Eishaaar wurde mürrisch und zückte ein kleines Ge ...
43 nevermore
So I'm trying to be that typewriter, until the last moment, I still have work for a few weeks, Thank God. I'm trying to convince myself, that there is only writing, and as soon as I fall away and look around at my life ...
42 nevermore
Every minute, in which I don't write, I suffer mental anguish. It must be an art now, to forget my circumstances, at least for minutes! people tell me: just keep writing! Or: keep writing! Als wäre ic ...
41 nevermore
Whole life was like a conspiracy wants me absolutley driving to suicide, especially the last six years and mostly that last two, Raven. I am supposed to see my failure genetically. In the meanwhile I can hardly see my family because of that. I ne ...
