Sommerlochinterview Fine
Jeanne Stürmchen: Marion, How's it going? MJS: It must have been about fifteen years ago, as I pondered over it, How can I get the environment to do this, never to ask me that question again. I had noticed, that I have been for about ten years, also ...
Sommerlochinterview 2 with Psy Jeanne Storm
MJS: Can we talk, without specific intention? Jeanne Stürmchen: What is there? MJS: it's called the summer slump ... Jeanne Stürmchen: still? MJS: I am ashamed. Jeanne Stürmchen: Why? About what? MJS: It is always the same. Only stronger. Jeanne Stü ...
Diary 3004_Sunday, im 3E
As we then staggered through the empty streets, the old Japanese and art expert with his strange car, the young man with the canned beer and his obsession: flower girl, vor geschlossenen Türen und erloschenen Fenstern um gerade mal Mitternach ...
Eclat de Minutes_ Reunion with bathing shoes
A reunion with bathing shoes, Size thirty five, painted with starfish. Sticking to the feet. Und mit der ersten Welle dringt Sand zwischen die Rillen, the suction inflates them. Suede at a sole for a reason, times cool, times muddy, Schere ...
me to Icarus (can't get my scooter)
lost my legs. Put them down somewhere, carried me no longer, who brought me home? days passed. Lag im Labyrinth. Was, if someone steals my legs? I have to get my legs! Doch fand stattdessen keine Arme ...
Dust bowl_Eclat de Prose
said: it's no man's land. And yet she was magnetically attracted. The buffalo grass grew to the horizon. Tall hair, dreamily playing with the wind. The evening sun a giant, no tree, who fences the stars. No man's land. Es zog s ...
