heute nacht weinte kathy acker and jean cocteau

 since 9 april 2013 till 22 january 2015 dup was my dearly exile. still now , despite burglers found me via dup in january, dup continues to be my single exile. eye should to publish here few of my reports and may be some of "easay" and trip-hop psalms which i scribed every night in in the inquisitiondom sport club med, where i "dwell", but alas i have no chance to do it, cos library-visit time is short and eye am slomo and my "poems" are a little bit long.


here in loony bin, i finally grasp the notion of josef boyce, that everyone is an artist. Bbbbut , whAt an one!
(.:.) pier paolo would faint, i sure..

otherelese who am i to talk about...nobody, a nonentity,messstation free-air academi, wrong "geistiger verirrer", disdained rote tomate,penetrant ressistance letter-terrorist, zwerg-nase and verkackte kacke..

this night i additionaly heared from the single creature on station, to whom i felt tenderness, to one magnificent bosnian woman saliha,singing sometimes straight out from her soul, that i have also to be a "sly fox". this was last shot in my back, upon my blindness.

the following poem says exactly how i feel in my current hooman surrounding. i couldnt say better

Hiro Kone!

here is a poem

http://www.stihi.ru/2013/04/07/11887