Kai Althoff

Häuptling Klapperndes Geschirr

g’zlink cr’link cklirck glinnk c’schlirrk

the cat leav’s the kitchen in discomfort, as the noise speaks of tidiness, a kitchen to chaste

standards

despised by this entity, its whiskers tuned to sense the most abnormous of truths (at least that is to those

lulled enclaves of clustering instincts, emotions and urges, which spring from the pompously usurping heart):

that nothing was ever a reality , as no reality exists. Nothing is at all (words will always etiolate here)

Ahww, only the malignant augustness of men was to come to call some of it a-live, to set in order their

perception and elevate their frantic doings as creation and such___ rubbish.

Little she cares of the maladroit dilettante whose hands here muff above her head, - and yet under her

paws soon to be. More so - always devours in its silent omnipotence: her soul to feed on his├ he who tries to

do as others do, and falls into fits of such dear, poignantly sarcastic impersonations in travesty of those

ridden with serious concern, just to castrate the horror for moments of knowing: all goes , — all goooes

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You are closest at the beginning and at the end.. of this, your allotment

Do you like theese muscles? - or these , of which ther’s a little?

YEEEEEEESSSSSS

all this does not help while so many suffer!!!!!!!!!they want peace⏋

– – –you know what they all want. they want to help each other, but not to kill to help .