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 ...
39 nevermore Psy
always, when i want to sleep, everything comes to me, Raven. Everything. You know, that a so-called psychiatrist refused, to take the painful and sinful life confession from me with the justification, that it's not worth it, Austherapierten zu ...
Portrait_the people of Dübendorf
The unhappiest people, I've ever met, was the Dübendorfer. I'll never be the icy blue, forgotten the distorted look of her desperation, her murky voice, where all hope had died. What made the people of Dübendorf so unhappy, bekam ic ...