All posts by : Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad

When I'm no longer there for you, then I don't want anything more. But why? This is just nature and fatality. identity, that dissolves like a mesh carpet, just because love is gone, brings out the true identity? But, and, i e ...

When I was eighteen I wanted to go to Malteland and let Malte deflower me. Malte had a subcutaneous one, aversive Magie, with which he simultaneously beguile-poison-paralyze-send-away-again-in-himself-draw women etc. could (in meinem ...

, Earlier, when I last saw Malte, for the last time the brain and the veins full of red wine and beer, I said a sentence to him, always, in consciousness, that it's my last sentence for him. In front of the coffee bar Mocha, at four at night, am Thuner Schlo ...

About 150 Years ago, two vain badges attacked each other, around as they said, To become brothers, honored as enemies. It was at a time, in which countries were divided up and stole for the game. Frankreich war damals schon gross, Prussia there, ...

Schritte hinter meiner Tür. Tell me, when is a coming. And when to go. I'm so in love with faces. I can see that in my steps: one is on the go, one is dragging himself. (that's the, that comes from the cleaning company) And a ...

I was interested in occupations, in which I felt an immediate energizing effect on the organism. . In school, this need was partially covered by singing and gymnastics. Perhaps also through essay. Aber ehe ...

I had a long black coat. With it I stepped again and again against elongated black clouds. One day my coat turned into a cloud coat. Schwarz, lang und ach so schwer trug ich ihn auf den Dachboden und legte ihn dort ü ...

Grope in the dark. Light the flame, a thousand and one handles: Just be amazed. Cotton swab to light, and an eye in the light barge.   Then black. Fly, you're too close, of this life-size ball of fire, in e ...