Emil Krueper

Die Fäden wurden gezogen, der Stiefel sitzt. Herr Arzt ist zufrieden. Gut.

Guck mal, mein linker Fuß

Morphin und Midazolan. Na Prost Mahlzeit und feste Träume.

Und bald schon weg. Wie der Tag aufhört, so fängt er auch an. Ganz toll. Das ist doch ein Scheiss. Es tut mir Leid.

Lyrics – Carcass – Corporal Jigsore Quandary

Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent…

Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows
A bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug
That missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced
A cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone
So mystifying…

Battered and diffused, with placating blows
A human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug
Joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced
A cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone
So mortifying…

An incessant game – methodically made
With each cumulative piecing – of commensated meat…

Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete
A convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously
Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task
To fit the remains in the casket
Uliginous mess so quiescent…

An incessant game – methodically made
With each cumulative piece – of commensated meat…

Moin. I am going to have a surgery in early May and I can tell this is not about enlargement. I am afraid my feet are in a pretty bad condition. Damn!

Fressen oder gefressen werden, aber dann ging ich zu Alitalia und aß Fleisch in grüner Pfeffersoße.
Es war gut genug. Ich habe es nicht bereut.

Moin. Es geht. Wir haben 2013.

OMG this is geil