Tuesday, 14 December 2010


testing the time

oh and new keyboard

edit: okay, it's 9 hours behind. I should've known

Friday, 26 November 2010

And I would love to see that day...

...that day is mine

Friday, 26. November 2010

was a nice day, a sunray amidst the cloak of darkness around me

Now it's

Saturday, 27. November 2010

it will be epic... perhaps

30 years of Krowodnrock

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie.

...first kisses?

I am a little thoughtful, a little

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Brush the cobwebs out of the sky...

...and sail us to the moon.

If you just knew.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Whenever the sun sets...

...I'll keep reaching for the horizon

Shine up, little girl.

Monday, 4 October 2010

The great turn-around...

Somehow all this just doesn't work out.

Pessimism is my way to go.

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Yes, I'm hearing voices too...

...but I'm more cut up than you.

Wednesday, 25 August 2010


Schlof, mei Engerl, tuif und fejst,
die Eigalan moch zui.
Ho kua Aungst und hoit mei Haund,
aft´ find di Söö a Rui.

Lous, die Frejsch, am Aunga drunt,
sej singan da a Liad.
Irgendwou kötzt nau a Hund,
wiad und wiad nit miad.

Schlof, soulaungs d´ nau schlofn kuust,
munkl di fejst ei!
Woar i heit mol bees mit dir,
kränk di net, vazeih!
Tram, soulaungs d´ nau trama kuust,
S´Wei-da zuig vorbei!
I blei bei dir, i geh nit fuat,
Schlof, mei Kind, schlof ei.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010


I feel lonely

Friday, 13 August 2010


Friday the 13th with a heavy thunderstorm, the sky lightened up every three seconds, yet there was no sign of any thunder

Thursday, 12 August 2010

The inevitable fuck-up of the year

I don't think I need to add anything... do I?

I hate my father for doing this to me.

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

So just let go...

Our sobriety will diminish
Discriminate we fade slow, fade slow
These drugs will expand us
United we will grow
Let go
Let go

Sunday, 27 June 2010


A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll beat on my drum until then.

But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

Set fire to foundation and burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window will flicker and billow
I won't leave a stitching behind

But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold

Friday, 25 June 2010

After the Maturafeier




Go die, finally.

I can't help but feel it's all worthless. Nothing ever is of any use for me. I'm never of any use to anybody.
And since we may rot both ways... why not be faster?
Saves us from even more.
Truly. This may be life, but why is it life?
Sometimes, life just gives us the finger. The irony.
The irony.

I am not going back.

Damned. That's what we all are.
We can't see it, because we are.
We can't know it, because we are.
We can't sense it, because we are.
Not giving a damn. Not giving any damn at all.

I'm worthless, and you most likely are too.
Why do we need to fight? Fight on?
What's all this about fighting spirits?
Is giving up not good enough?

Give up. Let yourself go. And toss and turn on the floor.
The floor.
Toss and turn.
Let it go.

Holy bitterness.
Agony, misery, distress, torment.
Come down and fetch me.
Come on, try me.
Try to catch me.
I'll be faster. Higher. Smarter.
There's nothing left. I'm gone.

My mind's gone.
I'm a thoughtless being.
I'm a deadhearted being.
I'm a redundant being.

Completely useless. To the max.

I'm not here.

Kill me while you can.
It's fun, I promise. I promise.
And then we'll both be happy.
Both of us happy.
A dream within a dream.
Within a dream.

Pyramids. Black-eyed angels. Astral cars and figures. Lovers. Past and futures. Little row boat.

Nothing to fear.
Nothing to doubt.

We'll go fishing after my funeral.
It would mean a lot to me.

Hurry up. I'm waiting...

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Hearing Damage

A tear in the membrane allows the voices in.

You can do no wrong

in my eyes.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

I should go die

That's what everybody is waiting for

Friday, 21 May 2010

The shadow of inevitability has come over me

I feel like I'm being held in a cage, with no way to break out.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

As Dead as Leaves


As humble as it may be.

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

I dreamt...

...that she loved me.

And I ask myself: How?

Sunday, 25 April 2010

The new Monk era has begun.

A little crime movie - a planned parody of Monk - with Konstantin in the main role.

I hope it will turn out successful.

Sunday, 11 April 2010


Everything around me seems monochrome.

There's just no use in all this.

Saturday, 20 March 2010

How is your life today?

The letters pile up in the hallway.
Junk mail and bills from the catalogues.
And the neighbors have guessed, 'coz you've cancelled the milk.
And they don't hear your voice through the walls... anymore.

How is your life today?

I got kissed on the cheek by a cold mouth.
While the taxi was waiting like a getaway car.
Each second seems like a lifetime.
And the cat, it's been staring at me... all the time.

How is your life today?



Hannah is supposed to come back today. I hope she's well.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

You were born by the sun, you were given to me by the moon

and the stars brought presents to your cradle

Fortuna's Favourites

Monday, 1 March 2010

Happy Birthday



(17 dan)

Friday, 29 January 2010

I miss her so much

she gave me a little kiss on my cheek

Sunday, 17 January 2010

I may be paranoid

but not an android

Thursday, 7 January 2010

(nothing to say.)