heine westenfluss, he is like the easter season but in reverse. appearing only in 3eps and then instead of rising from the dead. he gets sliced by Stella Rusche in her Gaia.
poor heine…if only arthurn knew you better….
somehow this subject was written before, he’s sure of it. but he can’t remember where and when it was written. it could be on this blog it could be on others. it may even be on a site which he used to use before this one. but what ever it is the feeling of deja vu is filling the vacuum. thus the one known as serge begins to write or to type in here tonight.
what is in a name ? what is a name ? according to dale carnegie a name is the most beautiful language known by an individual. or if you’re going to use a dictionary a name is A word or words by which an entity is designated and distinguished from others. A word or group of words used to describe or evaluate, often disparagingly. Representation or repute, as opposed to reality: a democracy in name, a police state in fact.
it’s winter again, ass is feeling cold. upstairs on the 17th floor. serge would love to rump somebody with mamary glands to keep his ass warm right now. he is the suffering now, even though he has his jacket on…the cold wind that blows from the air-conditioning has shrivelled up his balls and tools into nothing more then a grape seed and an incense stick. cold is the key here. drinking less water, about a sip produces about 10 seconds worth of pee here. it is that cold. serge wouldnt mind being in hell right now. at least its warm.
mind the rambling and thoughts, brokenness fills the impassable void. watching from the distance all that wanted to be said couldn’t be said. words,meaningless now. what was he to do ? what can he do ?why should serge do so ? is there a reason ? if there is a reason what is that reason ? why does reasons exist ? could it be that we mortals need a reason ? who knows ? serge doesnt even know. like what was said a millenia ago about the thruth of freedom. reasons are like that.depending on the mindset of the reasoner and the mindset of the one being reasoned. who could forget that we mortal are made in the image of god. with that in mind, we cannot forget that there are things which even god did not tell us about.