Prose
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POEM “Nothing”
To somatise the gnosa.”I am nothing,Considering whatI have to do”BecauseThe Zeitgheist is our objectOf projecting onto itThe capibilities of or subjectivityAnd individuality. Continue reading
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POEM “Charge”
I removed the chargeThat build itself upJust to see and buildFurther!My own intristic, inbornCharge…To have the beautyEntwine meOf my own Nature Continue reading
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POEM “A deed”
I found outHow it is to loveA whore…I did not knowWhat stands at the heartOf it all…was the actBig or small?And afterwards a door to,Moments of pleasureFollowed by leisureAnd a bodily seizureBecause the final blowGave us the afterglow…All we saw were coloursShowing us the strangenessOf reality itself! Continue reading
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POEM “Thanatos”
Thanaticaly beautifulWe striveTo achive what Death has already achieved.So slightly we are,Always preparedFor what has comeEmphasising it was always thereAnd always will be!So Death, I beg of theeLove me. Continue reading
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POEM “Mr.Ugly”
Mr. Ugly came homeHe wished, latentlyNot to have a mirror…But the mirrorAlways, alwaysShowed him, himself…He stared and staredThis time…’till bothHe and the reflectionFell down laughingAt how tremendouslyUgly they were. Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Maysie”
She wore her favourite gown – dressed in her army dress – a murdering machine, they called her… and everyone of the elite adored her”She was just ment for it.” they always said and thought. And so she prepared to haunt and hunt at night once again :”First the trample, then the knife, then the… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “GAJ LUCIĆ”
Where was he from? And was he real enough – did he ever exsist? Why did I know about the name, about him? Where did I found out about the person named Gaj Lucić? A slav. I concluded by the means of my mind, let us allow ourselves to say, power of it – that… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “IT…”
I was, wasn’t I? An it… And this morning I woke up – I, myself, me and went to my, mine standard coffee shop and played a game of hide and seek with myself. “Why did I hide myself from myself, anyway?” I didn’t know… did I care? “Yep, I cared, I bloody knew I… Continue reading
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POEM “Hamlet”
Hamlet, the princeJust didn’t knowHe was mad from the beginning…He didn’t even need to pretend…What strikes us the mostIs Ophelias madnessAnd unfortunate death- Because of him,Because of him. Continue reading
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POEM “Sounds”
When I satAt the barI only heardThe crowdMumblingTalkin’Gossiping…The only thing I concludedIsI’m lostIn and betweenSounds…. Continue reading
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