P-chan's messy head
I had a terrible nightmare in which men and women got killed or, to be more specific – slaughtered. The murderers used weapons that don’t even yet exist. Or maybe they do, big cast-iron tubes with a handle on one end, and God knows what was in the other. I call it the “evil” end. Read More …
I wonder what goes on in a gynecologist’s mind. What does his wife think? Does he have daughters? Do they see their father when they grow to become women? My gynecologist told me about his son, but I didn’t ask many questions. My left hand hurts the most when I type ‘a’ or ‘q.’ My Read More …
In the favour of your own irony Choosing the comfort of the other Leads you astray towards villainy Which you inflict on your mother Cry for the velvet skin to touch This innocent stomach of life Which gives you oh so much Meaning and tasks to stay alive Stroke the tired hands of motherhood At Read More …
I lit a cigarette again on a quiet, lonely morning on my way home. The town was asleep, except for taxi drivers taking the drunk back home–fast because they were at 100 km/h on the empty main road. The Pall Mall gave me a foretaste of what will come next in my life. However, it Read More …
