funktrash

we wait until something happens. there will be change, all has to change, can't help it. the towers watch us with weary gazes and smile their contempt. we are trapped and they know we will hit the glass pane. upwards, to the light, as we inherited from the first to be life. they shaped this way so intricately, all is seamless and almost feels like it belongs that way. and if you have tried long enough you are bound to mark it impossible just so you can remain sane. but sometimes this instinct is missing and you feel the grinning burn of hollowness. because it is only artificial, not a law of nature. nature has no laws. and so we lift off agai

BRACKES SCHMELZWASSER SÄUFT DER SCHLICK GESCHÜTZTER SCHRITT HASTIG AM VORSEHEN WO MAN IHN MEIDET WIRD ER GEZEUGT SÄUMT MAN IHN NICHT SO VERFÄLLT ER KRUSTEN AUS VORSICHT ZEIGEN IHN DA WO ER NIE WAR (UND DER SIE TRUG HAT NICHTS DARAUF GEGEBEN) an utterance out of place, yet (no more room here - in time) it did not ask for this decree. duly it goes ashore, for this space will not wait, just be. these ways, now and then again, they make believe this foolish to one himself being weary of gemination, being its follow-up, thus seeming pale in that light. the spirit in the meantime cavorts in spiel, is game to swee

as having been unfaithful to the fine craft of making impression on that bord collided with me being kicked off (he was first with cursing, i swear..) an totally unrelated social thingy, thus losing all pictures there, we will be back to DA with pronto muchas fancy thingees. d´uh, like anyone much has looked at all 100andsuch of these already etc. also i will publish some (gosh, mister insight) diaries that have long missed their sell-by date. also planning to pull my work portfolio here if anyone cares. so, yeah, big mouth, soon things to come. hilarity ensues. cheers. see you.