Annina Haab – Week 3 – slowly dissolving

September 2, 2017

the penguin I’m dreaming of every night (no, truly no kangaroo)

this week is (for me)
wine beer ans peas (excuse me for mentioning)
thoughts about honesty humour and the cheap sides of zynism
(no, we clearly don’t like them)
becoming manifested in hardcore-cheesy songs interpreted by me (my humble self)

Still
is there?
the right word to find and to be found
(„I wouldn’t mind the dying / but the lying in the grave so long“)

Thank you for the letters.
I appreciate the weather (according to Barthes phatic function of the language.)

And I wish, one day I’ll be able to shut my mouth when everybody else is (doing so)