EroAnGst – Feat. G. F. Watts

He was concentrating on his breathing While the last beat of his heart was fading away He was still there dived into his desire.A breath, a memory of her smell. Powerful sensation straight into his senseswhere the little details of his life were exploding in a myriad of regrets She was crying on her knees right … Continue reading EroAnGst – Feat. G. F. Watts

II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch

The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated. I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving? Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is … Continue reading II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch

I. Panicnoia – Feat. P. Klee

I. Prelude My legs are invisible while I walk on the clouds.The next step is uncertain, slowly towards the next falling one.Wet with sweat, my sight is blurred, many faces, enemies in disguise. I stagger to my feet, another weird feeling of death. I can taste it, the air is saturated with anguish. Numbness, tingling … Continue reading I. Panicnoia – Feat. P. Klee

The desolate consciousness and the being unveiled – Feat. Egon Schiele

Exhibitionism: bodies and minds together, linked by the dull instability of the self. Reflected into the mirror, the face covered with delusion. A lot of words, written off, sentences spoken and sights without connections - lost into h(s)h(i)e(m) self. “§” Within the multitude - solitude. § is alone. And § shows what §s got - … Continue reading The desolate consciousness and the being unveiled – Feat. Egon Schiele

The Blissfull Song of Solitude – feat. E.L. Kirchner

Sometimes you just need space, a blank thought in an empty mind, without connections, no sounds nor touches, only feelings.  You and yourself with the world within yourself, nobody else. Do you need anybody? Are you somebody? You realize that life is an empty box filled with emotions and events, where nobody may say how … Continue reading The Blissfull Song of Solitude – feat. E.L. Kirchner

She’s home

Surrounded by screams, tears and vomit; altogether, thrown against her face “she can smell death and pleasure” The more the less - anger and life, sorrow and pleasure. All together, nobody. She chooses to be all, forgetting the one that counts. Slowly she’s losing herself, disappearing, mingling with the thick fog, blended with despair. As … Continue reading She’s home

Borderartline or the two Freud.

A broken Incest Freud of the real desires, of the straight instincts, those of the man that understood the inner soul of the humans. Not a creepy, disturbed man with a shameless enslavement to bourgeois power (his grandfather, the neurologist), but a simple master, a humble intellectual who spoke to the masses by depicting mainly … Continue reading Borderartline or the two Freud.