Tuesday Afternoon

A mailing list is sent out how to conceal trash cans.

Every Day and Every Night

Cars would drive past my place and then slow down to almost a stop and then speed up again and hungry dogs roam in packs - every day and every night.

Around Midnight

From all directions comes the sound of excited voices and smashing
bottles. Silhouettes of teens sparkled atop broken bottles lit by
street-lights.

What Time is it?

"What time is it?"
"What is going on?"
"It's eleven."

The Alphabet

You notice that the walls have been painted a very bright almost
painful yellow and under the glare of the fluorescent lights, they
seem to glow. Someone's written the alphabet, on the wall. You
try to concentrate on that, but you notice that most of the letters
aren't in order .

I Love Berlin Cotton Shirt

It was getting to be late afternoon, and the traffic was crabby and
sclerotic. I felt dizzy and sleepy. Bought a XXL I love-Berlin cotton
shirt. Changed out in the parking lot to the amused ogling of teen-
age boys who yelled out: "Boy supermodel steals the catwalk"
he said: "Fuck 'em" and he crossed the street.

Nachmittagsmovie

"Bitte die Schnauze zu halten und Fenster zu verdunkeln", "Uebertra-
gener Freiheitskampf von galaktischen Voelkern wird fortgesetzt.”
Akustische Fetzen des Dienstagnachmittagmovies: "Aaaaaaaaa
aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Ich habe R2 verloren!" "Todesstern
alle Geschuetze bereit. Todesstern alle Geschuetze bereit." "Aaaaaa
arrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!!! Bbooo-eeeeiiinng chokkk klengg gtlingrrrr.!!!"
"Aaaaaaaaa aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Faded Sections

No one could say he hadn't been warned. Faded sections, sega
gaming addiction, needed a cheap place to crash, cummulative,
approximative identity, variable interior volumes, it's never closed,
provisional occupations, endless frontlines of displays, computed,
calibrated, assessed, predicted, optimized, undoes where you
where, reassemble, promiscueous and repressive, and everything
comes with a soundtrack.

Planes of Transfinite Splendor

Locn. Planes of Transfinite Splendor 11:12:09
5,6% people use public transport, 10,8% use cars, 5,3% walk, 79,2%
sit in fancy sidewalk cafes along Avenue "Aimez-Moi" sipping tiny
cups of coffee.

The Story

"Wasn't that just a story?" "What story?" "It's the story, you know: from
the book by that guy who nobody was allowed to take his picture."
"Did you ever read the book by that guy who nobody was allowed
to take his picture?" "Of course not. Nobody's ever read that book.
And anyway I don't read books. But even up in the Hollow,
everybody knows the story."

Dimensionen

Erste Dimension: Minimumlohn; Zweite Dimension: Teilzeit Arbeiter;
Dritte Dimension: Jurassic Park; Vierte Dimension: Dino Flintstone;
Fuenfte Dimension: Drei Wochen in der Provence; Sechste Dimension:
Das StarTrek Beamy Ding; Siebte Dimension: Astral Projektion.

39 17 N7 00W

39 17 N72 W, Kattas (Lemur Caita) Koennen nicht schwimmen & brauchen Hilfe. Donnerstag Nachmittag auf 39 17 N72 W. Richten Sie es Ihren Freunden aus.

Zukunftsplaene

Ich moechte ein Pferd werden.
Elisabeth im Alter von sieben Jahren über ihre Zukunftsplaene.