the sky is as blue as old blots of ink
those little gnats just act like stars
the night's darkness is ash from forest fires
clouds are nothing more than cigarette smoke
trees are only shacks of worms
burning inferno is what gullibles call warming sun
our world has no confidence but secret alliances
sympathy is simply self-interest
love is a concept built up from authors with too much fantasy
our babies are genitic puppets
our hearts are bloody, unconscious organic items
we are so good at lying and betraying
DU LIEST GERADE
Touching poesy
RandomA collection of small works and ideas that have made themselves independent and strictly refused to remain locked in a drawer. Eine Sammlung kleiner Werke und Ideen, die sich selbständig gemacht und strikt dagegen gewehrt haben, eingeschlossen in ei...
