Ich liebte das Mac-Sundae. Das beste Soft-Ice von der Welt.
Mug full of piled up, schleimigem Schnee. Ein Fächer aus Goldkaramelen, on top:
For on dreary Sundays like this one. Because I was alone there too!
I needed something to laugh about!
It's been a long time.
Then you came and promised me, you go with me.
Even if I shouldn't have a body anymore.
Only a head is left, who smokes.
Cutest glue. Silt in dry cracks, Kit.
Du mir.
I vowed to become eco for you,
also on weekdays.
——
But yes. It always turns out differently. At least on paper.
Promises stink to heaven, better, one breaks it
temporally.
Except maybe once on a Sunday.
Because I'm alone there too!
I sit there: Just and alone. (aber vielleicht nicht gut genug)
War ich denn nicht ewig lange treu?
Surrounded by clods, that splash and break,
auf einer kleinen Insel;
I need my pinch of inconsistency.
War ich denn nicht eigentlich immer allein?
come here, of, my loyalty, Plastikwelt.
(7.3.2021)
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