© MMXXI A.N.E. Where Snowflakes silentlyFall onto ferruginous soilA Ginkgo Tree sprouts… I was so enthralled by y‘all‘s quick response and liking of my obnoxious haiku, that I made a blockbuster out of it! See: https://www.instagram.com/p/CKtC8sIJyir/?igshid=1ozarmjhjwkoa So this is the video tiktok apparently wouldn’t appreciate: because I am radically pro freedom of speech, I’ll show„Shitflakes“ weiterlesen
© MMXX-I, A.N.E / Track „death spiral“ by A.N.E. No animals were harmed in this Video. In fact I saved the little bugger and set him into the grass. Due to my ignorance, I might have meddled with the little worm‘s suicide, in which case I‘m terribly sorry.
You know – it just had to come to this. I know, determinism has been completely out of fashion for quite a while now. Some even claim determinism has been proven to be wrong. Anyway, I am insane, so wtf do I care. This article is strictly about me conceiving fate. If you are interested„On Determinism“ weiterlesen
© MMXX A.N.E. Sun is shining, moon does whatever copycats do.Cannot. Deadhead forgetmenot exhibits vanity.Cannot. Rusting cans are silently falling apart.Cannot. Capacities are developing still lives of opportunities.Cannot. Can not knots nag necks now?Cannot. Candles can give less light than stars long gone.Cannot. Yes, we can whatever we want to preserve.Can nod. Can Dolores take„Carrot cannot rot“ weiterlesen
© MMXIX A.N.E. One morning you wake up knowing for sure that you’re lost, wishing the sun was already setting again… No place to go, no appetite — No place to sleep, no hope at all… Just a grave more shallow than life smiling at you at the brink of dawn…
© MMXVIII A.N.E. Mama, sag wer ist der Mann? Was macht der Mann? Er kann nicht mehr, Erbringt sich um! Was macht der Mann? Er kann nicht mehr, er bringt sich um! Er hat genug? Ei warum macht der Mann das bloß? Das Leben fiel ihm in den Schoß! Er hasst sich selbst, er kann„Leber isch schwär“ weiterlesen
© MMXVIII A.N.E Inhale the deadly air in one deep breath, the sun is fading and the pitchblack is High above… Spine has withered away — Bleaching pages… (Some feral beast devours a blazing torch) Falling petals — Eyes turn white… Down below: Silence in a dark Abyss, a candle burns For me, who sought„Beheaded home“ weiterlesen