Visualize our toes (Physically posthumous) God and I were seriously ill. Betroffen waren unsere Mitten, We both would have needed the drip. But the world didn't care about us. God has had bad cards in the world for a long time, um me ...
Moment speak
Scroll through albums. Where flowers bind oblivion. Passing through. Less than two minutes. See, what still connects us. From ShardsPictures, become alien, Ostrich image. I! Mirror mosaic! Lay down on me. (1.2.20) ...
Homesick Island
Heimwehinsel Ich bin die Heimwehinsel. Year in and year out alone, surrounded by silence, stray people sometimes visit me. They roam me with expressionless faces, they vaguely see me through a screened film. And ...
Diary_13.1.2020
Death has been coming to me since 30 Years ago as a life-preventing unsolvable problem. From that moment on, when I recognized him, about with 11 Years, war ich a: prevented from doing so, to become an efficient member of this society, b: something else ...
Verkartoffelversackung, Diary, 13.12.19
When I found out, that there is nothing for me out there to achieve, artistic, my immunological fragile protective walls collapsed .... since then the biochemical chaos floods me! It was a train of thought, who I 2014 finally closed ...
leaf
Blatt Blatt: Christian Ich wünschte ich wäre ein Blatt.Aber ich bin leider nur ein Bett.Wäre ich ein Blatt, Then I could fly, if I wasn't a bed, then I could swim. After all, there is a sea for every swimmer,das trägt ihn mit sich ...
dream
Slept and dreamed, couldn't wake up. In reality I was sick for a long time weak. Solange, that I even knew it in a dream. Da fiel Sonne durchs Fenster und wandelte durch mein Laken, approached me from all sides, ...
Prose_directory
Uncle Golo was a deeply religious man. Unfortunately, it had a visible flaw: Uncle Golo's upper shovel teeth protruded so far, that he never succeeded, to close the mouth over these teeth. Da Onkel Golos Zähne so vorstand ...
The snow doesn't fall up, 2 Poems and “half” “Interpretations” by Robert Walser read by MJS
7. As always 12. sit down at the table, dear denser (I have the interpretations, each next to the poem, not read to the end.)
