Story

Man, creates his operations, whilst machines just evaluate them (mathematically).

Her hometown belongs to a big stream. Like a spiderweb this stream has conquered everything in the city, the center, the suburbs, big streets and small ones, plazas, the shopping mall.

It's about my encounter with a weird man who asked for donations for his mentally ill sister. I just turned away. Now I wonder what would happen if I gave him some money.

A poem

It's about a perfect couple. So perfect that the guy seeks imperfection in me.

A helium high of nonstop transatlantic obsession

Woolworth's is busting out all over

And so it began on a steamy summer night... exactly three days and three nights since the full Thunder Moon had cast her magical moonshadows onto the forest floor.

I saw the stars gleam outside. And inside, felt your wretched beauty. The stars dulled before me. Your love taunted me with a fierce embrace. My icy breath spiralled and vanished. We held hands.

Berlin, 1929

One of these days, thinks Arthur, I’ll write all this stuff down.

It was around the time I'd got into debt buying Marxist literature. I intended to sell it on, without profit, but couldn't even give it away. Nobody believed in politics anymore.

It's about our pet. Any grammar corrections will be largley appreciated. THANKS.

VII.

One little kiss.

In the morning I awoke to find someone had switched off the light and taken the bottle I’d been drinking from. There was a bowl of muesli and a jug of milk on the bedside cabinet.

One man finds something intriguing, and realizes he sees things differently. Another man cannot find hope.

I swear I'll never forget
how those eyes met mine
I was made a fool by them
Even so I knew in my heart
that I love them.
Day and night,
all I thought of were those eyes

I hug my pillow,
and imagine it is you.
But somehow,
the pillow is not warm enough,
the pillow is not talking or breathing,
it does not smell like you,
it doesn't hug me or kiss me back,