Das Ologarch, he lives above our bureau. Red evening sun. Burnt sky. The taste of Schwarzwald Schinken on my tongue. Wein as a mouthwash. The face, rric face. Right nex to the dark green flowes. On a book. Black book. The cover conrained a hole. To another dimeion. Put on my iron shirt and chase […]

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