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In the crack in the wall I saw in a moment of panic a black beetle who was playing dead.
Ta like to speak to him,
to show him a way out of this lovely house, to show him an exit, or stomp on him right away.
I learned something from him, I myself
am also playing dead, having fallen into the crack of Berlin, disappearing from the face of the planet,
(Cont in the first comment)
— Jan 13, 2026 03:08PM
Ta like to speak to him,
to show him a way out of this lovely house, to show him an exit, or stomp on him right away.
I learned something from him, I myself
am also playing dead, having fallen into the crack of Berlin, disappearing from the face of the planet,
(Cont in the first comment)
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Spoken
and the light
went out,
written, and
a person crumpled
like an old dress.
— Jan 09, 2026 01:41PM
and the light
went out,
written, and
a person crumpled
like an old dress.
Katia N
is on page 400 of 688
On plazas of the city at Christmas
…when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word comes to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
— Dec 24, 2025 04:09PM
…when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word comes to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
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Mouth, which slept in my mouth
Eye that guarded my own,
Hand-
and those eyes that drilled through me!
Mouth which spoke the sentence,
Hand, which executed me!
— Dec 23, 2025 03:11PM
Eye that guarded my own,
Hand-
and those eyes that drilled through me!
Mouth which spoke the sentence,
Hand, which executed me!
To finally stomp on me also occurs to him, and to me
in my madness, I being the same one who stares at both me and the beetle, holding a novel
heavy enough to kill this beetle.