and then the end was here I saw these patterns of years repeating useless fears and then I put it away like old cornflakes in a locker they didn't taste it was a total loss ready to hit its wing in an empty street this dream of you and me no regret, nor a final tear just a heavy stone,... Lees verder →
I feel so sluggish and tired that even breathing is an immense effort, my eyes are constantly pulled downwards and breathing in and out feels short and tense, as if I am in a state of chronic hyper-ventilation. Outside, there is no sun, no moon, no stars to be seen, everything is gray and dreary.... Lees verder →
She was standing in the street, shouting, ‘You bastard! Yes, just leave now like a cowardly dog with your tail between your legs and leave me alone, forever!’ That's how I found her, completely upset and crying, wearing only a kimono with nothing underneath, a pink top peeking out onto the street. I walked towards... Lees verder →
She stood next to me. Her beauty was felt throughout my entire body, like blood that began to flow faster and faster every time I looked at her. I wished I would merge with her, wished that by closing my eyes I could escape from my shell and feel what she felt. All I felt... Lees verder →
Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
On my way with who else, Jack Kerouac and Jean-Paul Sartre, I'm reading, dreaming and longing for freedom on the train. Away. The night before, I went out with Mr. K and Rusty. Mr. K is an eternal doubter and optimist rolled into one. He goes for what he wants like a Ferrari, but when... Lees verder →
The wild meat wanted to surround itself, to clasp down the skin, but it tore open, lifeless plasma was released, freely it couldn't breathe and gasped back into the wild meat, out of breath it brokefor the last time.
Fastfood romantics 