psiqu-o

There's a new toothbrush in my cup by the sink. It makes me a bit uneasy, this toothbrush, and I'm not sure I can say why. It might have been the speed with which it appeared, after six weeks it was suddenly there, not asking for permission. No, this toothbrush doesn't make apologies for its presence. It seems to feel right at home, next to mine, and I suppose that's a good thing.. An hour or so after the toothbrush had already taken up residence in my cup, he asks me if I mind. No, I don't mind, I say. How do you tell someone that their toothbrush isn't welcome, anyway? Answer: You don't. I tell myself the toothbrush is a good thing. No one

The dancers are putting on a freak show – beautiful women carrying midgets on their arms, swirling around the hall at nauseating speed, sweeping the floor with the finest silk this side of the Tigris. “When was the last time you felt the exquisite pain of love?” the Countess asks, bored by the dancers and the feathers in their hair, bored by the midgets even – who, as she pointed out, look like children to her – and what’s special about that? “She was 12 and I was 17”, I answer soberly. “Oh then you know nothing about love!” the countess cries bemused. She has been lusting after me for a while

i thought our half life would be longer. - how do the other 50% do it? get your hands off me. hold me close. i lost myself. where have you gone?

der traum vom fliegen ist wie der traum von freiheit: der mensch kann ihm näherkommen durch fallschirme und flugzeug aber er kann ihn nicht leben. der traum von freiheit ist wie der traum vom fliegen: der mensch kann ihm näherkommen durch drogen und demokratie aber er kann ihn nicht leben. denn wollte der mensch fliegen so müsste er flügel haben doch dann wäre er kein mensch. und wollter der mensch freiheit so müsste er allein sein doch dann wäre er kein mensch.