the big silver fish
(UR: bärte / beards)

The night splashes sheer points. There and there and there! Or holds a shining signpost up. This says: I am the night. I am weird! Boo! You tremble! I let naked skulls shine.

I only laugh there! Nothing is weirder than the day.

Primarily such a day on the distant strange native country island, such a day which shines so primarily primarily such a day on which I see it.

The silverfish. So big. Fit a couple of one thousand for oh what for, one, couple of tens of thousands for people into his belly. So big.

I have kicked silverfishes deadly. Yes Mikkel, dead. Oh, what, a couple of million fit one in my belly of the smaller, of which couple of tens of thousands.

… became.

However, she wants not to eat, only kill. One grope and flat. They have got so big surviving silverfishes. One particularly. And stiffly and rigid and vindictive, the silver fish. A gun barrel sits at the head quite in front. Aim at me. Sure. Quite sure.

Is a silverfish only? Does this say whom? Mikkel, Sava you?

Do you dream?

Sure. The silverfish lies a perfect Asian is already so enough with a peaceful face just so long there that more disturbs no-one that no-one sees more for it. Only I am not no-one. I because.

I see you, silverfish! Watch out!

And doesn’t it twitch there a little bit? Blinks with the embrasures?

And it whirrs unsuspectingly by the airs in front. I only laugh there!

Silverfishes step: Here, best from 0 am - 12 am.

Translated by Linguatec
posted by muji @ 00:07:59
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