life
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FLASH FICTION “HUMAN”
Was I ever a human being – and what is considered a human being today. Those who could not bare it gave up long time ago, that is gave up the narration of their, so called lives to others, whether it was the mayority or minority. „Why?” do they ever cry. And do they ask… Continue reading
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SHORT FICTION “Scene Hunter”
Scenes streamed through a few hours of the movie. My mind blown already by the bothers of my own life. And all the strife in it – about me and the otherness. By the time of the end I realised I caught only few scenes in the movie. The real happenings were mostly unknown to… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “PRISON”
Sometimes at night That night was the concluding one. No escape – isn’t it so? I got sealed in the tomb(ing) idea what I was before the sudden conclusion. I, the telephone, a mobile one, a connection through bulbs and sockets – an small signal of still streaming life, but unfortunately used. And I asked… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “I got drunk”
Some nights ago, I was sitting in my room, starring at the wall. The dot was there, my dot. I thought what a successfull dot. She was just successful at being a dot. No worries or anything alike, just doting around on the wall. So it happens I got bored. So I made myself open… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “I should respect the mosquito”
Lying near the river, in the deep forrest, naked at twilight – thousands of mosquitos bit me while I was asleep. It didn’t itch but I felt hunger and was missing a tremedous deal of conscious attention. What was happening ? – my heart was beating like a thousand horses galloping the planes of this… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “DEATH OF THE PIG”
The death of the pig Miss Pig was ill. She couldn’t bare anylonger not knowing what was wrong with her. She thought „ I ought to see him” she ment dr. Pig. He was alone at home, doing his office things when the bell rang.„I fucking hate this…. better be someone of the Equals,’cause I… Continue reading
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Poem “Something else we’ve done”
Cry me a nebula’cause the costOf what is with the deed lostIs what outrages me the mostBut let’s do the trickAnd have a toastFor it has comeBecause something else we’ve done. Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?…… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION ” PUPPET”
İ’m a puppet who doesn’t listen They thought I was made for listening to them like a nice little sheep. Strings – of wool – all around me. Wool? Nah – it was his almost invisible strings – The Makers of this so called society. Who was he? Except an imposer of will, the older… Continue reading
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“NARRATIVE POEM” Psychology of ETHER
Ether said she was not a boy. She was electrifying all the cables nowdays. But it was a serious question. What was I Ether for?Was I invented or made – or sexualy born?Who fucked who in that situation if it was true? Then something blew?! Or what was that anyway?Ofcourse, a sudden realisation, an impulse,… Continue reading
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