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Lessons Part III

We knew each other for approximately four weeks, in which we had spent quite some time together, when he asked a very unusual question. He never asked me questions unless they considered my language skills, so the occasion alone had … Continue reading

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Lessons Part II

When he started teaching me his language, I didn’t even know his name. We never made appointments, we never set hours or targets. It was casual, pleasantly without obligation. I went to the library every day, knowing I would find … Continue reading

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Torment…

Listen very carefully…

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Of you and me and the ground on which we stood: a poem

My person is the person of others, personified evil for you and the saline taste of life’s water for me. Erasing the words your voice has etched in my skin is not to my desire. Rather I would have your … Continue reading

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Psychopath on a Fucking Daytrip

If your dirty mind interpreted that title as me going to have a lot of sex tonight and tomorrow… You are absolutely right. I’m currently writing this from the house of Experiment Nr. 7, and I can tell you this, … Continue reading

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Monologue: a gift from Nr 7

This poem was a gift to me from Experiment Nr 7. I am thoroughly grateful for his efforts and determination to be a good subject to me, especially since I’m not an easy experimenter to work with. I sincerely hope … Continue reading

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A Big Black Hole And A Cherry Tree (Psychosis Pics)

Sometimes there are no words to explain a feeling. This place is the place where all my happiest memories were made. The place where all my dreams were conceived. The last place where I was free of schizoid sorrow. I … Continue reading

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My Personal Prime Number…

My personal prime number is Number 7. Experiment Number 7. He is not my longest-running experiment, and neither is he my most challenging one… but out of all of my experiments he is the one I like best. Because I … Continue reading

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Meet Evita, my newest Tool…

So today I went to town to buy a teasing feather for Nr 7. He loves to tease, and I thought a tool would only add tot the fun. Unfortunately the one I wanted was sold out… So instead of … Continue reading

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Taste…

I want to taste you…

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