You, Jodilee, you

or even just a thumbnail onto it.And how, it did occur,would all this take its place,in history, the one he called his own.How much he had,of course it was unknown,a choice of unknown Godsbut not unwelcome,so, fleetingly and with a thumpdark thoughts would visitholding jolly hostagethere were so many endsthat would be loosefor quite some…

as some of us drink noble wineand others shudder at the costthus are condemned to drink inferiorand cheap, half rotten stuff from casksperhaps they know we are superiorand even if they don a maskthey still remain right near the gutterfrom where they aim to, some day riseyet those of us condemned to stutterwould, in this…

for you it is the enda pile of dust and bone.I had not heard your voicein, going on ten yearswhen you had made your choicewe sat, had many beers.It was Americathe land of milk and honeythe need to travel farat home is was not sunny.It rained on all those daysand frozen were the nightsyour ship…

da waren zwei halbstarke Bubenbei Schulaufgaben in den Stuben.Die Langeweile kam erst spaeter,vergessen war das Wort der Vaeter.Ein Schirm, aus starkem, bunten Tuchebeendete die lange Sucheals man erwaegte und beschlosszu springen aus dem Dachgeschoss.Der Schirm, als grosser, runder Traegerzwei Buben, je als Fallschirmjaeger.So standen sie am hohen Fensterunschluessig wie zwei Strohgespenster.Sie wuerden heute noch dort…

Inside her cranium though things looked distortional,there was a brain as such, its size a pinto bean.She suffered fickleness, inconstancy of thoughtthere was no logic or capacity to think,an empty space, filled with a substance known as nought,not even capable of grimace, smile or wink.The diagnosis was inferior human genes,anthropological poor standards were in place,complete…

Sagte zu sich selbst: Ich reibemit den Krallen mir am Leibeum den Koerper anzuregendenn ich soll doch Eier legen.Eingeschlafen ist die Henneauf der haeuslich schoenen Tenne.Drueckte, rieb mit allen Kraeftendoch mit inneren Geschaeftenist kein ewig Bund zu schmiedenHenne schlummerte im Friedenals, mit fuerchterlichem Krachenuebelriechend’ braune Sachenaus der Hinterstuebchenpforteflog, da gibt es keine Worte.