the adventures will continue. say it with flowers, caribou. miracles can happen soon. it must be getting on midnight moon. we have some deadly, common enemy, like a part of ourself in memory - maybe i lied about my secrets and hildebrandt with his cabarets cries sometimes too. because nothing, nothing falls like leaves up into the sky, it will fly, deeper high. my paper skilled in drawing. detailed snoring. by staring at the canvas - infamous hypothalamus, it's all about me, call me for dinner and tea. i just do my work to improve the worst. and in the middle of the night, i turn on the light again.
i am in vienna right now, drop a line: gruessgott@hoa.lu