Surely every year on whatever for school you apply, there is always one of those completely useless courses taught by a fossil. Now this one is clad in a dirty green" colbert", too small "plastron" and brown too-high-fitting slacks. I originally looked forward to this course impressively titled "Computer Science with Introduction to New Communication... Lees verder →
Flowers for my parents
Trapped in a small living room the rose wants to bloom, it grows, opens its shells, shows its thorns and asks very quietly, "touch me, there on the silk soft spots, not at the bottom where it will poke." While the growing stops and the living groom becomes the thought of a man craving more,... Lees verder →
Lost Theatre Love
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 →
That other world
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 →
Trainmusing
I muse through the window frame, torturing myself by thinking about what I don't know, that I don't know, where to go, that I don't know why I exist. I muse on a way forwards, and despair sits next to me.
Strange creatures
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 →
Fastfood romantics 