I met her during a theatre course. The first lesson, we had to improvise in pairs of two, I immediately scolded her for 'bitch' and 'whore', with the rest of the students applauding loudly. It was fiction. Screaming it out for a moment felt great. Sparks splashed out of my eyes, I was totally in... Lees verder →
I can't focus. I am already in ecstasy when I only touch the gently broken texture of the paper in front of me. The structures of the writing, not seeing them but feeling them. Rub them with my fingertips or with my downy dry lips and then read them aloud, gently blowing, breathing in and... Lees verder →
Much too late, weary creatures unable to find sleep wanders down the streets. It is such a night, where the wind petrifies my gloomy features and I dance and clash with the darkness of the night. Groaning in a period of restlessness, I jump back into the valley of banality. Shadows follow and whispers poison... Lees verder →
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