last saturday. It is already dark. theater as usual. But then strange. I am going home. showers showers showers. For your own enjoyment put something nice. go back and do theater people, film look with the others. but then sit on the train to stay. First to Lucerne. then bern. then buy village. and in an ultra-fucked up the restaurant to listen to favorite bassist. then will be discussed and bio crazy dancers. then realize that (n) the piano hardly homecoming brings. now what? wander through the capital. . Freeze stomach ache again have this strange, where I could not tell doctors where track. bend pant, are faint from pain. musicians to be musicians with. . Lie drink tea. have to feel good. not just the belly. little laugh. in the freezing cold clouds of burnt herbs follow. Explore a cat. . Laugh back into the warm office. chocolate feed. make ready for bed. all asleep. be very sensitive. 4 clock says my wrist. 8am to awaken says the head. sluggish after rushing back and forth on the train. landscapes through sun-drenched world. with the tongue, the pulp orange juice from the filter and to chew. tired eyes tired. a sad farewell, because a short. be home. criticism of me, oh. howl at the lunch. be almost-honest. fast-baring be. desperately groping for clothing. sleep and sleep, so both. once wildly beating me, then dreaming. half past four. and appeal to the ever-popular where you live ask. all rushing. dorfttheater. and come to feel embarrassed. Watch and find good, even without glasses. eat cake sweet, sweet words. with the poor mother in poor and have no memory because, when we exchanged roles. I was always the lady and the lord. Now it hooks up with me. oh grief grief. simultaneously connect to the door with him, which is like black leather. punch drink. all feel that way. the glasses are together there, rattling plastic to plastic. one talks seriously over the shopping and cleaning. for I did not manage to make him forget the time. on to the Access point but no you have to pay. and the black motorcycle, it's too cold. he will not be driven. wishes to my father. and he will. and then we are back where we were 24 hours ago. anticipation. and rushed from a to b. darkness enveloped in a exceptionally warm. and it smells like pepper and adventurous when we fall back into the fever. be
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