no one's bed

'How many ways can you say goodbye?
that was nothing
something


How many days, were in dreaming
in many ways just a lie?
In better days, I'd be dreaming
as my life passed me by


Now pardon me for trying
trying to tear apart


And pardon me for lying
it's just easy, so easy to start'

SEWN IN AN ANIMAL’S BELLY

‘We must discover some sort of death, whereby this maiden may be endure long-term and bitter torment; so let us kill this ass and afterwards cut open its belly, and after removing the inwards, shut up the girls inside in such a way that only the head be left outside (this to prevent her being entirely suffocated) while the rest of her body be hid within the carcass.

Then, when this has been sewn up, let us expose them both to the vultures – a strange meal prepared in a new and strange manner. Now just consider the nature of this torture, I beg you. To begin with, a living woman will be shut in a dead ass; then by reason of the heat of the sun will she be roasted within its belly; further, she will be tormented with mortal hunger, yet entirely unable to destroy herself . Yet other features of her agony, both from the stench of the dead body as it rots, and the swarm of writhing worms, I say of. Lastly, the vultures that feed on the carcass will rend in pieces the living woman at the same time.’

I'll never leave you alone
Breaking is part of the bone
My heart will beat against yours
Making sure we never turn into stone

the donkey and you

"There is only so much you can get from that donkey walking with the carrot in front. Sometimes it's got to stop, or it's got to bite the carrot, otherwise he gets crazy and he keeps turning around instead of going straight. That's what I did." JCN

dog love

"At times at the end of the season, when the tourist leave Calella, howls could be heard coming from the woods. They were the outcries of the dogs fastened to the trees.

The tourist used the dogs to cure solitude, during vacations; and then, when the time to leave came, they would tie them up inside the woods, so they can't follow them." EG

thanks katja, for the pictures and the love

hell is other people

Self consciousness needs "the Other" to prove (display) its own existence. It has a "masochistic desire" to be limited by the reflective consciousness of another subject.


and that is what you see in me. your echoes, your reflections.

there was nothing left of her but her voice.

victim and tyrant.

bilder lügen bis sich die balken biegen vor lauter schutt und asche. ein guter fotograf ein bisschen bearbeitet ein bisschen von der seite gucken den mund leicht nach vorn verziehen und fertig ist was man gern sehen will. hier ist die ungeschminkte unbearbeitete und vollkommen ungestellte wahrheit....man ist was man ist, oder so?

the end of innocence

and if you grow up with these images in front of your eyes you will quickly dettached from romanticism...

and a hole full with concrete will take its place...

run, I'll do no more this walking

It is safe to sleep alone
Inna place no one knows
And to seek life under stones
In a place water flows
It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
It is safe to walk with me
where you can read the sky and stars
Safe to walk upon the sea,

M,F,

About Friendship

People forget that I want to disappoint. I want to disappoint the expectations of the one who waits to be amazed.

When you make a decision someone is going to be disappointed because they think they know you.

It is only then that the poetic can happen. It is not about entertaining the spectator, or working for the spectator.