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¬ berlin02 26.03.02




¬ neuland #17



red walls

I keep the window closed: a cold shower washes over the streets...
I spent my money on booze when a grey sky hung over the city and picked up some paper that describes even stranger ways of loosing yourself and then I can't stop eating fatty food painted red wrote about a story fought with my right hand and got stuck in a hang-over and now my feet slither over the cobble stones and someone who's eating herself wears layers of greasy cloth.