Dance of the spikelets

remember the 13th of November

I feel like I'm trapped in someone else's life

Nightmares and surreal movies seem to be more logical and tangible than my present

My best friends now are: my cameras, the stripper, my new kaleidoscope and the barman

After every party I die

My private guardian angel offers me consolation, sends me signs, kisses and warnings

The only hope is to change my life’s PIN

Beware of mind-hackers

There is never forever, only Marc Almond

The music is too loud, I’m too minimal


Electro girls don't cry

Autumn comes, Autumn dissolves

The Sea Still Sings