Confessions of a psychosaurus

Zusatztext

A woman in black with colorful splinters drinks with the cool man. They fly together over stars, under stars, between stars. The life of the Titanic appears in its sinking. A paper boat floats casually in the water, it drifts cautiously towards a featherfoil: Bang! > Ash falls from above. The Eyjafjallajökull is burst irretrievable. // All confessions of the psychosaurus are written in this book in English, Hindi, Spanish, Arabic, French, Russian and German.

Autorenportrait

I think poetically and did not become the victim of a biofant. These alien phantas illegally enter from space in the dark and use their long proboscis to suck the sleepy people's imaginations out of their brains. I only reluctantly use words that others have already said. I find that unsanitary. That's why I often invent new words, which creates the problem that nobody understands me anymore. Consequently, I have to use used words again, which the vernacular has formed only imprecisely.

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