Saturday, January 30, 2010

How To Make A Cake Shaped Like A Basketball

fair chance

zwischen samstag und sonntag, ein kirchturm in naher ferne schlägt mitternacht, ich stehe am offenen fenster und schaue auf den kleinen, dunklen garten im hinterhof hinaus.
keine spur vom mond heute, der himmel ist mit bleischweren, dunkelstgrauen wolken verhangen, die nacht fast schwarz, eisig kalt und dennoch gerade noch warm genug, dass es in strömen zu regnen vermag. ein hundewetter.
durch ein loch im dachkänel plätschert das wasser auf den balkon, ich zittere ein wenig, drücke meine zigarette aus und schliesse das fenster, the rain is just background noise perceived as dull.
I go to the bathroom, my face moisten at the tap, go with the finger on my eyes and talk to the mirror.
"but I'm actually pretty buckets ready, as also sailed from, should I really be out ...?"
"come on, are not just crazy night from sugar, right? Make sure you make time out, maybe you'll miss them if you already own today daheimbleibst ... in fairness you should at least give each night a fair chance, one, or who knows, maybe even the night of your life to be. So oops! "
actually he is right, actually, he is always right, and those eyes, those who can already . Resist
and how many nights have been good only after a sometimes even very resinous start made it known as such, how often were bedded and book early to the evening do not have a lot closer than jacket and pants?
I think again my head Unters cold water, wipe with the hand-face over and cringe violently when suddenly out of the bath next to it Fidel Castro shows up, "containing a comrade before disclosed your not become longer, you should your room leave them in any case! "
"flap castro!" I call him back, he disappears as soon as he is out, and pull my jacket on, the rain probably will not withstand too long, but it is not as if I had a choice.
I grab a bottle of red into the pocket and pull the door behind me.
with already clammy hands, I take my trusty velo military and notice that the rain out here is a lot stronger than expected from within. I should steal castro the mask.
stick after only a few meters of the pants on my thighs and the mirror-shiny streets are empty, rinsed like, as I walked through the inner city cyclists, in search of a little amusement, and perhaps the night of my life.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Gushes Of Blood And Clots

on the rocks at night


the sale of hard drugs seems to schoolchildren as a viable possibility of a lucrative perquisites of having been in crisis now discovered by the retail business, whether this coming broker-generation financial carts can be drawn from the dirt in times remains to be seen.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Where To Find A Flat Changing Pad?

Tom

saturday night, well after midnight.
the pub is gerappelt full countless elbow in my back, get a massage the same and the beer, the distances in regular spills, keeps my leather jacket heads soft and cuddly for those who are given the space situation at all remains not another.
I light a cigarette, soft and dimly lit the embers produced by the dense fog smoke under my nose when I take a deep first train.
fresh air so far that this has inhaled smoke before me none, so he at least free of germs and bad mouth odors should be.
revolve around me loud words such as satellites, I fight my way through to output, step into the clear, bitterly cold night air and blowing out white smoke up into the dark blue.
flows tough and cool, by the Rhine to me, softly sparkling, wedged behind a wrought iron railing to push the shiny black mass slowly under the bridge direction . Port
the winter night has tried in vain to let him freeze to ice, he is being stubborn, flows more stoic, unbeindruckt of the people on shore, the traffic bridge on and the beer bottles that are hineingeworffen regularity in constant, accompanied now and then laugh of a full packet of cigarettes and a dirty.
I support smoke onto fences, rigid, and in water. Tom from the looks happy tonight.
I step out of my butt on the floor, put the half-full beer glass next to it and climb slowly and somewhat cumbersome linkage to the balancing, aspire to the top back and forth, go briefly into the knee and powerful and elegant as in a shampoo advertisement I come across from me, floating body with a stretched full-volatile narrow the ashpaltstreifen, the lower limit of the shore and dive with a quiet splash into a dark wet.
the river runs low, I paddle out to their middle to avoid the bridge piers, are coming to me to turn my back on my and look up at the bottom of the bridge, the beam itself as black against the starry sky of crystal-clear night shifts.
feels the water is soft, it helps me sure I give myself to the current and let me drive confidently wait, the uncertain, are the likes there with an almost childlike curiosity and enjoy the peace which, while left and right from me the lights of the city, moving cars and singing drunken pass at both shores.
the city pulsates and I swim in their aorta, of all affected and excited about what has to offer this night too well yet, while in my back slowly been announcing early hours in the sky and I realize that I have no fresh clothes it did.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Penn State Wrestling Singlet For Sale

the first entry of the year

is no longer what it once was. it can go up. Guets neus anyway.