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Take the time to fall asleep Pause… and look in your own keep There is nothing in your dreams Always empty as it seems You may dream too much awake Not too good for your …
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Forever Falling… Kay Fall
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Prom night
It's prom night once again: such a magical night, full of high hopes and great expectations. You're wearing your father's satin tuxedo that's one size...
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In the shadow
Kay likes to imagine himself sitting in a dark corner. Cold and suffering, miserable and misunderstood he likes to imagine lying in that damp corner...
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Nextdoor neighbour
So now you have absolutely no reason not to drop by your new next-door neighbour, knock on her door and welcome her to the WordPress...
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The zone
Welcome to yet another episode of the Tempera Zone - the place where normal things don't happen very often. In this episode a watermelon and...
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Forever Falling… Kay Fall
In the shadow
Kay likes to imagine himself sitting in a dark corner. Cold and...
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Nextdoor neighbour
So now you have absolutely no reason not to drop by your...
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Grown up baby
It's that time again. It's the moment one of our babies turns...
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The wait…
Is this the moment you've been impatiently waiting for? Have you been...
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Welcome to Nirvana
At first it was not only strange but also incredibly difficult to...
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Deconstructing Nirvana
{…the final pages of the DECONSTRUCTING NIRVANA screenplay…} EXT. “THE OUTSKIRS”...
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Short Stories
The Worm
Oh worm, aren’t you sick? You live in a grave and all that you eat Is rotten meat… Of the corpse of my sweet It’s been a few weeks now And I can’t help but …
Roses in gloom
Red roses are blue, Gray skies are in gloom Everything is dying It’s all dying for you Violets are rotting, Existence is doomed The end is so near It’s all ending for you Mushrooms are …
Daze
Green field summer Cool soft breeze One day wonder Life will seize Few small children Pure real laughs One great moment Life shall pass Still red sphere Clear blue sky One near miss Life must …
Sunday Mournin’ (Ars Medicata)
While dreadfully seeking through my mind For an arousing impulse of some kind, I come across myself asleep; They shock like fuck: I searched too deep! But I just love myself asleep And I convinced …
Corners stare
In the center it’s too bright… and silent Dark corners stare at me and yearn Without shame, or curves, or exits; Timeless and stale I am defined by my confinement No space, no substance, just …
Poetry
Some rhyme. Most times. Some don’t. They’re bored.