How To Perform Diaper Punsihment On Yourself

NO NAME MAN NO NAME STORY - cover by Judith Winkler 2010

literature books:

"molts" Poems 2004 - 126 pages * #

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2011)

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"stimulus" Poems of 2005-2007 - 162 pages * #

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2011)

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"trauma" short texts in 2005-2007 -88 or * #

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2011)

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"Where is the shadow must also be light somewhere," 4 stories from 2006 - 56 pages * #

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2011)

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"Super Super Super Shit" Poems 2008 - 296 pages

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2009)

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"Hope Search" Stories and short texts in 2008 - 57 pages

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2008-2009)

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"Badtime Lullabies" Poems 2009 - 142 pages *

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2010)

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"No Name Man No Name Story" Texts 2009 - 96 pages *

(Cover collage: Judith Winkler, 2010)

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"No more title "Poems 2010 - 130 pages *

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2010-2011)

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"Straight Line" texts 2010 - 88 pages *

(Cover: Marc Michael Moser, 2002/2003)

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*= New or new edition / compilation

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Happy

She stood as if she wanted to get up. She combed her hair, as if her hair would come. She went to work, as if she wanted to go to work. Talked to people as if they wanted to talk to people. Responded to questions as whether they would respond to questions. Asking questions as though if they ask questions. Interested in, as if she would be interested in.. Worked as if she wanted to work. She went home, as if she wanted to go home. She breathed as if she wanted to breathe. Set step to step, as if designed to put step by step. Greeted as if she wanted to greet. Indeed, it is as if she wanted to do it. Closed the door on, as if they unlock the door may. Closed the door, as if designed to shut the door. Went into the bathroom as if she wanted to go to the bathroom. She combed her hair, as if she wanted her hair came and sat down at the table as if she wanted to put on the table. Stood up as if to get up if they. made himself a meal, as if they wanted to make a meal. Ate, as if she wanted to eat. Looked away, as if she wanted to watch TV. Interested in, as if she would be interested in.. Was tired, as if she would be tired and happy as if she wanted to be happy and fell asleep, as if she wanted to sleep.

(prose February 2011)

Mucus And Blood In Dog Stool

at some point in February 2011

eat no more title
not be sucked pseudo actions
If too much
wailing them from loud flatulence
They wail of sheer small ship
whine you out of sheer misery
'm tired
Every cent is too good
To entitled to Whining
And the decision set
yourself not to set
not To stand ahead of others
not let soften
From the Other
not prove do
Because knowledge to know that not the decisive factor is
not decide
Because it says the change is
where the path leads up
A way that does not follow a path by yourself
beat the desert and go through the thicket
Meanwhile the others complain
life

Low Profile Car Ramps

distance

Not far enough away to be away, he turned away. By turning away, his image changed. He turned to the retreating back. Sit back now, the movement continued. From him he went forward from view. The past is behind him. But he was the one who went back, he was still a way back into his past, the envisioned themselves in it. He was now in a past that was never done so, and made sure not where the him was removed. Appeared unimpressed He made a habit in his habit, but it was a completely different, a change in habit that should frighten him because he did not perceived as such. For a moment everything is normal, not his normal way of derogation, perceived and turned away in his past changed back, moving forward because he saw of him went out. He had forgotten him remain in his current past before the distance increased, he knew that the distance reduces the more it is longer going. Knowing the retreating back to turn away his gaze changed to the distance from the geographical to a time that it to bridge in practice applies before coming of the day on which they should meet again. A distance that would be remembered not because he in his past, a common heritage, stride. He was now in the past, and before it was later, it was earlier. As before, he went further and went into his habit to forget the distance in order to shorten the distance that will sooner later. Even with the penalties he was aware when he turned the retreating back that he now yells back at the past, because it is in memories, lost even though he was alone, because he was alone, but the habit was the awareness not come up at first. The gear unit back into the habit was stronger than the consciousness into a reminiscent history to resign. He went further than this room opened, which was always open. He realized that there was no past but his current memory, which makes him the past now, so it the distance that lay before him, better lay back. His image changed and remained different because it determines wrote from memory, of moving away so as a doer in fixed memories. He then continued the motion, knowing it be set where it should be noted, where they parted, in memories and experiences both before they parted. Decreases the distance now, so they meet again, he thought, an entirely different stand before him. The longer the distance, a more different in front of him. He will be a different and new habits, changing views, will be incurred, other pasts and experiences will, at this moment in which they meet again. There will never be what it was, as it is for him now in his present past. He went on and on, as it is removed further and further entered the consciousness another man in front of you when he will meet him again. The further the distance the deeper the awareness of the future, it will never again be what it was, as it would in the future should be. Now the memories made him any more and he could not otherwise turn as himself. He just wanted to see him still as he was, but they were already so far apart that he no longer recognized him.

(prose - February 2011)