24. November 2016
Uncertain dreams, dreams of strange circumstances, nightmares. Brought to a sudden end by the sound from the flat round cornered mobile telephone. The warm water in the shower awakens, five minutes, shampoo the hair, wash the body, Five miniminutes.
Return to the bedroom, make the bed, find fresh underwear. Dressed, brown shoes, ready to go in ten minutes. The cat is on the bed, relaxed and yawning, stretching, Down to the street, all bare and cold. It is now near the end of November, it is five in the morning, it is cold. It is dark. There is a song.. But that is long gone. And it's writer died this month.
In the main street the security people are on patrol, driving their cars up and down the street, into the side streets. They never leave their cars,
two security man cars are stopped side by side on the main street, their drivers talking to each other from their seats. from a distance it looks as if the cars themselves are talking.
: There is nobody at the bus stop, then Teachermann approaches out of the distance, simultaneously the bus, and things take their course. Pay the fare. The bus is quite full today. That is good, it is not quite as depressing as an other days.
At the station thread a way throught he masses of parked bicycles, leaving the smokedrs square on the left, end up the stairs into the railway station hallway. It is loud there, people conversing noisily, the benches on the left are all occupied. The cafe us in the right, past that bank telling machine. Stand at the glass counter untill the big-eyed girl looks up, inquiringly. Order the "großer Kaffee", and wait, and give the discount card for stamping.
And wait until the coffee has finished dribbling out of the big red machine. The girl hands over the coffee, that is the end of that transaction. Pick up a plastic lid from a small piece of furniture at the door, a piece of furniture holding the plastic lids in two sizes, and also dispensers of the various juices and syrups for flavouring the coffee.
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and then take a space opposite to Hedgehog in the cafe waiting room, he is being talked to by a short, dark haired man, The man is angry, every second word in his tirade is "scheisse".
Excremental punctuation.
AT six, leave for platform six, wait for the Train.
Uncertain dreams, dreams of strange circumstances, nightmares. Brought to a sudden end by the sound from the flat round cornered mobile telephone. The warm water in the shower awakens, five minutes, shampoo the hair, wash the body, Five miniminutes.
Return to the bedroom, make the bed, find fresh underwear. Dressed, brown shoes, ready to go in ten minutes. The cat is on the bed, relaxed and yawning, stretching, Down to the street, all bare and cold. It is now near the end of November, it is five in the morning, it is cold. It is dark. There is a song.. But that is long gone. And it's writer died this month.
In the main street the security people are on patrol, driving their cars up and down the street, into the side streets. They never leave their cars,
two security man cars are stopped side by side on the main street, their drivers talking to each other from their seats. from a distance it looks as if the cars themselves are talking.
: There is nobody at the bus stop, then Teachermann approaches out of the distance, simultaneously the bus, and things take their course. Pay the fare. The bus is quite full today. That is good, it is not quite as depressing as an other days.
At the station thread a way throught he masses of parked bicycles, leaving the smokedrs square on the left, end up the stairs into the railway station hallway. It is loud there, people conversing noisily, the benches on the left are all occupied. The cafe us in the right, past that bank telling machine. Stand at the glass counter untill the big-eyed girl looks up, inquiringly. Order the "großer Kaffee", and wait, and give the discount card for stamping.
And wait until the coffee has finished dribbling out of the big red machine. The girl hands over the coffee, that is the end of that transaction. Pick up a plastic lid from a small piece of furniture at the door, a piece of furniture holding the plastic lids in two sizes, and also dispensers of the various juices and syrups for flavouring the coffee.
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and then take a space opposite to Hedgehog in the cafe waiting room, he is being talked to by a short, dark haired man, The man is angry, every second word in his tirade is "scheisse".
Excremental punctuation.
AT six, leave for platform six, wait for the Train.
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