Posts in category: Shard of minutes

Guesswork. These strange sounds, that rushed out of my throat, just, because someone visited me once. Of, for example, you had just come, shoed in loudly rumbling from outside: I was already giving off too much air! Hyperventilierte! Hab einen Zwi ...

Ketten at 10 The first word was love. The second word was death. The third word was being. The fourth word was peace. The fifth word was have. The sixth word was fear. The seventh word was war. The eighth word was lust. D ...

I was dreaming, last night? From the eerie house down on the embankment, gives, where the road makes a sharp curve, bent into the rock. A rugged one, sunless sight, like the old one, ancient woman, who lived in the house, am Morgen im ...

    I want to understand one, which is not easy to understand. There is not much to understand about her; It's so simple and simple! Do you understand me? Ask her. Or: You know, as I mean ’? Liebst du mich noc ...

Fog tooth at gargle height, carved light vortices, Opaque stockinged horizon, Brustmass Besteintes, Breath hole under pack ice. (22.12.16) A table. A newspaper. a plastic cup. And the artfully paneled armchairs, schwarz und mit massiv ...

    I know this night light. Fifty-year-old lightbulbs, which paint the stables in a winking dirty yellow. An armored green laser stripe lifts off. And there, at the end of town, wo zwölf Scheinwerfergrazien über den Blähbauch unt ...

Old by sight, showed her most loyal friend, Madame Spiegel: eyes, nose, Can, a couple of crow's feet, schemenhaft, as well as a flap slot for the prisoner's daily menu, the spartan fare, above, behind the forehead, (gereic ...

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Photo: Marion Jeanne Wir liegen aneinander wie zwei Laken, touched by the wind, ventilated by chance, just, that I am on my four folding feet - darn hard to set up, mit einem simplen Schlag gegen die Kniekehle zu Stürzen- den dunklen ...