augmented’s journey

A story about alcohol in poetry

I didn't know that until now

Why is your poetry kissed with paint?

Our actions not define us;

Breathing in a Room Without Edges

Ask yourself: How do I

Every step with vigilance

Friend who will never betray you

Things done quietly are done well

You have to be happy to weep.

Basically, I would rather be a poem.

Wenn es dunkel und kalt wird in Leschnitz,