Your bones don’t break, mine do. That’s clear. Your cells react to bacteria differently. You don’t get sick, I do. But for some reason you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we… read more
Like you, I used to think the world was this great place where everybody lived by the same standards I did, then some kid with a nail showed me I was living in his world, a world where chaos rules not order, a world where righteousness is not rewarded. That’s Cesar’s world, and if you’re… read more
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she… read more
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to… read more
But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still… read more
Am alone, and feel the charm of this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of a single stroke at the moment yet I feel that I never was… read more
That we know who you are, I know who I am. I’m not a mistake! It all makes sense! In a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain’s going to be? He’s the exact opposite of the hero. And most times they’re friends, like you and me! I should’ve known way back… read more
He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His room, a proper human room although a little too small… read more
It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of… read more
Now that we know who you are, I know who I am. I’m not a mistake! It all makes sense! In a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain’s going to be? He’s the exact opposite of the hero. And most times they’re friends, like you and me! I should’ve known way… read more
