.... That's the story about one, that I know. It's not actually a story. The only thing that is certain is, that this, what I told you about her here, is old. Age is in vain. With one blow. But she was young then, Long. The youth is al ...
Korrigieren_Verschwinden
Ich bin nun da, an der Stelle, wo ich all das, bis auf einige wenige Fragmente, Scheisse finde. It is strange, wie sehr meine Zunge sich gemäss meiner Hormone, Transmitter, Immunzellen usw., entlang wächst und wieder zurück schrumpft. I ...
SpokenMe_Auszug_vom Verschwinden
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAs15VauwIE (schwierig bis unmöglich, ohne Aura zu performen. Aber mein auratischer Regenbogen ist erloschen. Ich muss Vorlieb nehmen mit einem verblühten Äusseren, denn was Innendrin ist, sehe ich zum Glück nicht.)
Longer Eclat de Minutes_ Actors, who loved the king (about legends)
Once upon a time there was an actor, he was a bit different. In fact, he was more beautiful than everyone else, at least a bit. His facial features were delicate and plump, soft and somehow sharp at the same time. And as soon as he appeared on the screen, hat ...
From my untitled novel———– transcription, that I no longer feel
'So I returned home, back to Ghost City, Place of the haunted and those, who still want to become one. location, there the garden, but solid trees. Was physically run down, Only one Lieutenant Pinson had me like that in my entire life ...
SpokenMe_Portrait of the chauffeur (extended Version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoN7iNnuOYA
SpokenMe_Portrait_Lydia (still blue)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N-ezQoXtnM Verträumt stand Lydia in der Küche und verzierte das Kuchenblech, while it was raining outside. The rain dripped from the gutter, to the right of the kitchen window, about the climbing roses, die spät noch blüh ...
'Coming from a lighter life...' Portrait of Evelyn
Evelyn's ground floor apartment was dark and stale. She almost never raised the shutters. There were dented mattresses lying around in both rooms, adorned with blue, brimful rubbish bags. Enlarged ones hung on the walls of crumbling wallpaper, approximately ...
Retro_Prose_The Things, that we have to do
'Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes whe ...
From my testimony
.... And now this story, this person is gone, so, how I'm at it, to disappear, like so many people, attention was drawn to their disappearance disease today, disappear. And then: all the others. Ich habe am ...