tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91680214198590369732024-03-13T06:37:52.343-07:00all we have is nowLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-2743336801029745542013-01-06T10:02:00.001-08:002013-01-06T10:02:58.095-08:00versperr hier nicht den gang du penner ich muss dringend zur passkontrollekommt arroganz mit erfahrung?<br />
muss man sich den respekt des jetsetters erst verdienen?<br />
hat man überhaupt ein recht auf diese arroganz?<br />
it's not about money or the number of languages you speak fluently<br />
we're all bilingual anyways honey, at least come up with some exotic or extinct language, like swahili or canyubaba<br />
it's about being cosmopolitan, a distinct attitude, diesen letzen feinschliff<br />
shiny people<br />
everything looks more beautiful when you're ten thousand metres high above the ground<br />
there are no ugly people in the big city<br />
only lonely hipsters<br />
vor dem gesetz der straße sind alle gleich<br />
it's brutal<br />
it takes courage to stand naked in front of the crowd saying those few lines you've been rehearsing all your life<br />
one minute of fame<br />
you will be forgotten<br />
most people have already lost themselves when they arrive<br />
they come for inspiration, for their new identities<br />
you might turn into a piece in the jigsaw puzzle of their creations<br />
everyone becomes everyone else<br />
you measure your worth by how many people want to be you<br />
you will reflect on this for hours and not even find it peculiar<br />
all drink an smoke yourselves to death, then detox for a day or two<br />
because sophistication is being in control<br />
we won't shut up about gentrification and the most recent gig<br />
that we didn't go to because we boycott the venue<br />
the past year has been the best year of my life.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-67919871797382776452012-08-21T14:55:00.000-07:002012-08-21T14:55:17.166-07:00i digressfor weeks now i've only been writing captions<br />
no body, no font, no style at all<br />
only massive black capitals on lined paper<br />
and there is no such thing as the story continues<br />
the headings are all i have to say<br />
within a matter of seconds i lose interest<br />
and even though that does not bother my apathy<br />
i sometimes give it a thought or two or three<br />
and then i start counting backwards to minus 273<br />
where it is absolute zero, everything freezesLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-28053188934262835342012-07-30T14:36:00.000-07:002012-07-30T14:36:13.564-07:00kellergewölbei used to go out without a safety pin in my pocket<br />
(and one on the inside of my overcoat, in case the other one gets lost)<br />
can you imagine what it's like to be safe at all times?<br />
imagine it painful,<br />
say farewell to excitement and pleasure<br />
to all highs and lows, feelings in general cannot be tolerated.<br />
because what is safe about them, see?<br />
my world's as small as a pinhole, my mind is narrowLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-74019355711857369212012-07-11T13:14:00.001-07:002012-07-11T13:17:14.672-07:00opacitysie ist schön, weil sie interessant aussieht<br />
weil sie undenkbar viel verspricht<br />
ihre rüschen, ihre fransigen schlecht geschnittenen haare<br />
die zerrissenen strümpfe und ihr schmaler nacken<br />
erzählen von einem charakter, der sich so weit erstreckt wie das universum (in unseren gedanken)<br />
trübt sich ihr klarer blick gelegentlich<br />
so verraten doch ihre gestik und haltung die unendlichkeit ihrer sinne<br />
kann sie ihre unmenschliche wortwahl nicht verbergen<br />
so heiligen doch ihre sanften bewegungen und berührungen alle mittel<br />
ihre vorlaute schwermütigkeit ist die uhrahnin aller meiner wünsche<br />
und der zauberstaub der sie ständig umgibt<br />
die asche aller ihrer vorfahren<br />
versetzt in einen rausch von sehnsüchten und träumen<br />
ergibt was sie sagt keinen sinn<br />
ist es doch in sich schlüssig<br />
und ich sterbe für jeden ihrer gedanken.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-20059980096600592492012-06-27T08:21:00.000-07:002012-06-27T08:21:26.410-07:00i used to go out without a safety pinback then in the heavy days<br />
when i used to be unconscious<br />
when i was still in denial<br />
i could at least feel the numbness<br />
and how overwhelming it was to make the first freeing step<br />
to become one girl with a conscience<br />
it was a lot to bare though, i was constantly under the watch of myself and i became very controlling<br />
and now - some time has passed - i do not know (but would appreciate to have a feeling for)<br />
how to move freely, how to make decisions<br />
based on my very own and inner will<br />
and back then in the heavy days<br />
i could at least feel the numbness<br />
but now i believe i cannot feel anything at all<br />
not even the obnoxious, crawling pain<br />
that should be there at all times.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-19202399821486195932012-06-15T08:25:00.001-07:002012-06-15T08:25:53.955-07:00what i found at the train stationasian girls who dance at the baker shops when they place the order<br />
soul mates who just walk by<br />
dogs that look like racing horses, brawny and fierce, wrapped in blankets like newborn babies<br />
cookies that cost a fortune<br />
sweetly smiling ladies squished in elevators, they know more than you think<br />
each person you see could tell you their whole lives<br />
if you were the centre of attention<br />
you are glad you are not, but you like the ideaLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168021419859036973.post-28585959656452720122012-06-07T20:12:00.001-07:002012-06-27T16:23:45.397-07:00all we have is now<br />
curious whiskers in my throat<br />
fascinating rhythms in my stomach<br />
poor splinters of thoughts in my head<br />
your hand on my arm<br />
your eyes sunken into mine<br />
you occupy my soulLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13555106846667781055noreply@blogger.com0