Detective

1 Chapter

Almost a rap genre

I feel my new story is missing something the new style will slowly become recognisable its not winter yet, its only September and is not even snowing leaves Cigars fall from the chestnut trees, curled and brown, and lie careless on the home lawn Im too lazy to write for the first time in todays hysteria this one made me laugh it was Slavoj Žižeks anecdote about red ink and a worker who left Germany to work in Siberia Siberia is a bit puzzling its so cold there in February that you can freeze into a horn or perish. the Eskimos live there and kick the inflated bladder of a deer
can this be the case? No it cant. German Inside Russia? not meaningless but if you dont believe it, turn to page one yourself no byers no tanks no
laughter no Gestapo
the book is called
Welcome to the wilderness of reality Im writing a detective story I write
sometimes I write
ruary that you can freeze into a horn or perish. the Eskimos live there and kick the inflated bladder of a deer
can this be the case? No it cant. German Inside Russia? not meaningless but if you dont believe it, turn to page one yourself no byers no tanks no
laughter no Gestapo
the book is called
Welcome to the wilderness of reality Im writing a detective story I write
sometimes I write
mysteriously sometimes I write with a pen - I exercise my wrist sometimes I roll my wrist sometimes usually straightforward I say again - Im writing a detective story my story lacks something



2021-09-17 03: 14