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massive attack
the taxi driver dismissed me he drove off the steps of the stairs i fell asleep with wet hair he rang the bell when I was not dreaming
he had converted his a/c it now served to dry my hair in the morning i put my make-up on in the elevator to the 12th floor
we had a cold storage room there hallways lined in leather the office walls pure screens and nothing was being forgotten
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i remained and every evening sent him my reflection in floor deep window glass the weather varied but not my expression i had perfected this cinematic dramaturgy
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in the mornings at dawn i usually went dancing there was this club its staircases changed i danced with a colleague dressed as a bear i wore the boots from the office
wenn i twirled each time i ground my heel precisely between the toes of his paws i was almost sure he was barefoot unintentionally
then when the twirl was completed i opened my lids after all i was still an intern they had granted me two snakes
i raised my arms pushed all my fingers deep into my hair and activated as a test this one gaze the tongues flashed: brilliant- reflex. For that was enough
gorgo
for now i can still visit the colleagues
as the night shift’s nursing assistant
they lie on white tables their biers for casual friday
they are breathing no worries
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i extinguish the night light my reflection in the mirror vanishes
i shut down the computers charging stations hum through the room
should one of them wear his headset in his sleep the cables will drag him to the snake pit.
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project management today had the women’s heads shaved per perseus just in case
that does not change the interim feedback one bit on the roof terrace my marble garden grows
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at dawn i come carrying a display my bronzen hands collect each stir
now my transition into illness is not far
perseus says a pegasus sleeps in my flesh i think what lies dormant within is the relapse i crave
perseus
how to begin: go to the things and grab them by the hair do they carry snakes? a problem but not without a solution.
you always need a display polished to a shine you always need a ballpoint pen that can be extended into a sword
to kill would be putting it harshly i prefer to speak of outsourcing the model’s underachievers. ok?
you: i can formulate such letters only I cannot sign them at this time my ballpoint pen does not support the format
privately: certainly another box sure i transmitted office methods but what you are accusing me of was an oversight:
it was never about any head for me it was not about victory either i solved a difference