It’s Kitsch I know III
I know that you know that I love Kitsch.
But to tell the truth - I prefer horrorkitsch like this:
This photo is taken on Donaukanal near U6-station Spittelau, early this morning.
But that was not a normal morning - it was a stormy morning, a wild morning, a hungry morning, howling and dangerouse, a morning - howling for sacrifice. I just went home from a party, wanted to do some nice stuff for the blog and I heard the wind talking to me, talking silent and urgent, telling me something and I understood - the wind was howing for sacrifice. And I started to hear it everywhere - in the trees, in the water, in the buildings, in the clouds - the whole world was howling for sacrifice!
Suddenly I was afraid - I started to move faster.
Howling for sacrifice.
& a few minutes later I felt suddenly absolutely well - there was light everywhere - I felt happy & entire - I felt infinte. Bip-Bip-Bip-Biiip. And then I saw slowly moving shadows - I felt well - and the shadows had big heads - I felt well - and small hands and in this small hands they had scalpels. And then - Bip-Bip-Bip-Biiip.
I woke up in a crypt & recognized the dead Falco lieing next to my corps. But I was naked.
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