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 →
Brief encounter 2
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
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 →
Away from the vampires
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 →
Junkie
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.
Ghosts in Brussels
I was in one of those periods of absolute uselessness, I no longer knew what I wanted, why I wanted something and how I wanted it. I was looking at the most mindless movies, I was on pills for a cold that wouldn't go away and at night I amused my neighbors by ping-ponging against... Lees verder →
Medical Examinations
Morning, way too early. Noise - train, subway. Beware of poison gases. Pants down, medical examination today.I still have to go to it, that is an annual tradition here in the schools, I consoled myself with the idea that this might be the last time. This time we were dropped by bus in one of... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 