if you are late, shoot yourself.
I was driving and telling stories. We were making so many wrong turns in the busy streets… and I must have said something enticing… for he let a squeal:
and I know right then how much I hated him.
Once upon a time in a beautiful forest, lived beautiful fairies. They used to play around the trees, swing on the branches and play hide and seek. As the forest grew so did their magical powers!
Then one day the ass.king descended on the forest. The king was closed shaven but he still looked like an ass. He also was a smart ass. He demanded the fairies to cut down the forest. He explained to them how nice it was without them. Little fairies tried to reason with the king how much they loved the forest. But the king would not accept any explanation and began criticizing them even more for it. He made fun of their wings too. The smart ass king also showed his back to them with pride: “Look at my back,” he said, “It is so much better not to have wings.” He also added: “You should shave too.”
Fairies were not convinced. But so just to quite the king they came up with a solution. They would cut down the forest and apply something like aftershave afterwards.
They cut the trees as close as possible and covered it with leaves. They also shaved their magical beards.That night they slept on the ground.
The next morning they woke up and guess what?? They had also cut their own fairy wings and now had no magical powers. They also had lost their memory. From that point on they worked hard to keep the forest from growing.
“Reporting for Duty Sir. It’s great to have to back Sir!.”
and the tree of desire
Gradually my focus shifted from the insignificant I to the world around. Realizing I belong to a much larger world, surrounded by types and archetypes, modes and modules, strains and systems… and everything else that was connected. The direction of it all. Whether it would be made by chance, or providence … if things would connect then everything would be possible.
if this angel is not emancipating, it might be a dying demon
This is not a challenge… this is a proclamation:
This story is about freedom.
I’m not sure about the future
But i’m quite ok now.
G of D
you will be ok
really… grow up!
On The Run, is a name of a gass station in Munchen. The logo design is a little too flowery, but when going there, I imagined a stick-figure (representing me), on the run! Why would I run to a bass station? You don’t want to know … If I had designed the logo, it would be completely different.
Looking down from the from window to the gass station… I could see myself, on the run!