the shape of the universe.

thirsty and hungry.

here, fishy, fishy fishy...

gates.

at the gates, the welcome sign had fallen, tho i was still welcome,.

we met, ready to dance.

there was, once, a fallen temple.

above/lower

trapped, shapeless and undefined. wondering if i'd be happy if anyone would dig to find me, and if i wanted to see the lights.

you just stand there like an expiration date...

what do you call the action of neglecting your favorite activity for acknowledging that it IS your favorite activity?

a stomachache

remembering the names of the faces i forgot i perform a faceless victim-ful crime.. tho, myself imposed predisposition cover the active and the shelter. I never wanna remember what i never meant to learn.

true story.

i provoked a ma to spit at me from inside his car. his window was still closed.

nay on the rewind

you were gone. the seat was taken.

time drifts away...

a time out.

t:we're gonna be late. h:late for what? t:they're expecting us. h: -who? it's a RACE. we can take as long as we need. t: right... well, lemme run to the restroom. I'll be right back. h: ok. i'll wait right here...

turtles can kiss.

carcass

evolved and transformed, sustainable and reformed. dead and still breathing, but suspect to anxiety. and it delivered self-depressions.

responsability never had a appealing taste...

stop hiding if you want to be found

trying to sleep off a broken bone.

trying to sleep off a broken bone.

thought on hooking up.

is the afterlife a good place to meet chicks?

possibly ill...

having a conversation with my imaginary "friend", we reached the conclusion that there is the slight chance that i might not be a healthy human being... as a person. we continued smoking the cigarette and he held my hand, pledging that he didnt mind being considered fictional. there was a slight smirk, a bit of a cough and a zip of or warm wine (microwaved box wine, NOT genuine imported luxuries). surely, this will not be our last interaction.

you're actually already happy... but keep trying to be happier..

i wanna open a fortune cookie

... and it says: "dont you wish i was a picture?

pre-zombie art

mommy felt i might be special but she knew i wasnt smart mommy once said id make million but not that first, i'd have to die. pre-zombie art pre-zombie art pre-zombie art.

and i lost to abstractions and gibberish

meaningless comments that i wish had value.t

the material, the medium, the creator, the excuses. the pen and the paper; married in an agonizing romance to create while demolishing each other with intensity and the purpose to extinguish.

the last parking sight...

at the airport

not early enough.

of course, they returned...

demonic abstraction of inspiring and un-controllable urges and needs to picture-fy the fake decorations of the walls around. the stations, the people and the food.

hit the end and press return...

driving back to germany.

kites and lamp posts.

before breakfast that day, i sat down to stare at my used plate. it was the beginning of the year and i was quite hungry... i didn't let if bother me, so i drank more coffee and hugged my pen.

the kitchen.

THEn austria...

i let the dreams begin i let him sleep there wishing i hadn't left. wishing it was me who's pages wer turning. instead i retrieved to the living room where i lit a cigarette while listening to my favorite album.

before a cup of coffee...

i got paid for this one...

people on the bus and about people on the bus

an AMAZING view...

probably one of the main sights of the city and my attention was towards the aesthetic of the bulding's design, yet the distaste for its location... tho...

SO, we head for the pub...

more street and country scenes

the busy streets and wide fields of outside and inside Munich.

a munich tower

the inside and the outside of two different cities

AND they have a castle...

lost in literature...

THEN, there was a mountain of saints.

and walked lustfully with music thru the university, the train station, the rivers and neighborhoods of Heidelberg. in early hours of the morning, there were closed store, drunk travelers and a sensation of glee in the enchanting chill of a renovated and preserved german town.

HAMELiN

AND it was a wonderful day full of clouds, beer and rain in Hamelin... ...

AND... i landed in Hamelin...

before Hamlen...

the train to Hannover

from a friend from Quebec in Germany, on the eve of the 24th... he makes his drink for his lovely gal, suggesting someone's going home accompanied.. funny guy.

maybe i imagined him there...

, but i was found there... not haunted, but observed. stared at... ...and i kept walking along...

...AND dinner.