Wanderweg für Mitläufer

[Der Sechstausender]

Hier dürfen alle posten, die auch mal wandern wollen.

Gewidmet Dr. Jekyll, Maulwisch und all den anderen.

[Maulwisch]

Na gut. Aber nur ein kleines Betthupferl. Auf Englisch.

(it arrived tonite what a glow tonite their so bright they could light up a winter night....so gracious, so gracious their blossoms bloom. blessed of the heart and stripped to the core, and acting on impulse cuz reality is vomiting bore. shes so fun tonight.... shes a treat tonight..you could spread her on bread she's so sweet tonight)

[Maulwisch]

when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone. when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with. when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured, as by a shining brainless beacon, or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world. when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone. then in a great new darkness you will finally execute your special plan

[Maulwisch]

one needs to have a plan someone said who was turned away into the shadows and whom i had believed was sleeping or dead. imagine, he said all the flesh that is eaten. the teeth tearing into it. the tongue tasting its savor. and the hunger for that taste. now take away that flesh he said, take away the teeth and the tongue the taste and the hunger. take away everything as it is. that was my plan. my own special plan for this world. i listened to these words and yet i did not wonder if this creature whom i had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision even in his deepest dreams, or his most lasting death. because i had heard of such plans such visions and i knew they did not see far enough. that what was demanded in the way of a plan needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away. and so i began to invision a darkness that was long before the dark of night. and a strangly shining light that owed nothing to the light of day.

[Maulwisch]

that day may seem like other days. once more we feel the tiny legged trepedations. once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear. but that day will have no others after. no more worlds like this will follow. because i have a plan. a very special plan. no more worlds like this. no more days like that.

[Maulwisch]

there are but four ways to die a sardonic spirit might have said to me. there is dying that occurs reletivly suddenly. there is dying that occurs reletivly gradually. there is dying that occurs reletivly painlessly. there is the death that is full of pain. thus by various means they are combined. the sudden and the gradual the painless and the painful. to yield but four ways to die and there are no others. even after the voice stopped speaking i listened for it to speak again. after hours and days and years had passed i listened for some further words yet all i heard were the faintest echos reminding me there are no others. was it then i began to concieve for this world a special plan?

[Maulwisch]

there are no means for escaping this world it penetrates even into your sleep and is its substance. you are cought in your own dreaming. where there is no space and held forever where there is no time. you can do nothing you are not told to do. there is no hope for escape from this dream that was never yours. the very words you speak are only its very words. and you talk like a traitor under its incessant torture.

[Maulwisch]

there are many who have designs upon this world and dream of wild and vast reformations. i have heard them talking in their sleep of elegant mutations and cunning annhilations. i have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses and in the narrow allies and back streets of this crooked creaking universe. which they with their new designs would make straight and sound. but each of these new and illconcieved designs is deranged in its heart. for they see this world as if it were alone and original. and not as only one of countless others whose nightmares all procede like a hideous garden grown from a single seed. i have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep. and i stand waiting for them as if atop a darkened flight of stairs. they know nothing of me. and none of the secrets of my special plan. while i know every crooked creaking step of theirs.

[Maulwisch]

it was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows who was looking at the moon and waited for me to turn the corner and enter a narrow street and stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight. then he said to me, he whispered that my plan was misconcieved that my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake. because, he said. there is nothing to do. there is nowhere to go. there is nothing to be. and there is no one to know. your plan is a mistake he repeated. this world is a mistake. i replied.

[Maulwisch]

the children always followed him when they saw him hopping by a funny walk a funny man a funny funny funny man. he made them laugh sometimes. he made them laugh he did he did he did. oh how he made them roll. one day he took them to a place he knew a very special place. and told them things about this world. this very very funny world which made them laugh, sometimes. he made them laugh he did he did he did oh how he made them roll. then the funny little man who made them laugh sometimes he did revealed to them his special plan. his very special funny plan knowing they would understand. and maybe laugh sometimes. he made them laugh oh yes he did he did he did their eyes grew wide beneath their lids and how he made them roll.

[Maulwisch]

i first learned the facts from a lunatic in a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space. there are no people nothing at all like that. the human phenomenon is but the sun. densly coiled layers of illusion. each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity. that there are persons of any kind when all there can be are mindless mirrors. laughing and screaming as they parade about in an endless dream. but when i asked the lunatic what it was that saw itself within these mirrors as they marched endlessly in stale time and space he only rocked and smiled. then he laughed and screamed, and in his black and empty eyes i saw for a moment as in a mirror a formless shade of divinity in flight from its stale infinity of time and space and the worst of all of this worlds dreams my speical plan for the laughter and the screams.

[Maulwisch]

we went to see some little show that was staged in an old shed passed the edge of town. and in its beginings all seemed well. the miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness while those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes. and in its beginings all seemed well. but then there came a subtle turning point which some had noticed and i was one. quietly leave the show no i did not. because i could see where things were going. as the antics of those dolls grew strange. and the fragile strings grew taught from the tiny pullings of tiny limbs. the others around me became appauled and turned away and abandoned the show that was staged in an old shed passed the edge of town. but i wanted to witness what could never be. i wanted to see what would could not be seen. the moment of consumate disaster. when puppets turn to face the puppet master.

[Maulwisch]

it was twilight and i stood in the greyish haze of a vast empty building when the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice. all the things of this world it said. are of but one essance for which there are no words. this is the greater part which has no begining or end. and the one essance of this world for which there can be no words is but all the things of this world this is the lesser part for which there has been a begining and shall be an end. and for which words were cocieved solely to speak of. the tiny broken beings of this world it said. the beginings and endings of this world it said. for which words were concieved solely to speak of. now remove these words and what remains? it asked me as i stood in the vast empty building. but i did not answer. the question echo'd over and over but i remained silent until the echoes died. and as twilight passed into evening i felt my special plan for which there are no words moving towards a greater darkness.

[Maulwisch]

there are some that have no voices or none that will ever speak. because the things they know about this world. because the things they feel about this world. because the thought that fills a brain that is a damaged brain. because the thought that fills a body that is a damaged body. exists in other worlds countless other worlds. each of which stands alone in an infinte empty blackness for which no words have been concieved and where no voices are able to speak. when a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts. when a damaged body is filled only with pain and stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness and exists in a world for which there is no special plan.

[Maulwisch]

when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone. when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with. when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world. when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone then in a great new darkness you will finally execute your special plan. when everyone you have ever loved is finally gone when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with. when all of your nightmares are for a time obscured. as by a shining brainless beacon or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world. when you are calm and joyful and finally entirelly alone. then in a great new darkness you will finally execute your special plan.

[Maulwisch]

Heyyy, selten so schnell gepostet! Danko Anko! Gueds Nächtle!

[Frau H aus B]

Natürlich, ein Schwabe.

[Der Yepi]

Yep!

[Maulwisch]

Nope!

Gute Nacht.

[androsphynge]

Kopmaß auch nicht vergessen, beim Wandern ?

[Maulwisch]

Ein Kopmaß und ein Augenmaß
Die gingen durch die Berge.
Da stolperte das Augenmaß
Und's Kopmaß sagte: "Paß doch auf, du Nigger."

Dieses Kopmaß aber auch! Ein Schelm.

[Maulwisch]

Nein Moment, ganz falsch, lautet richtig so:

[…]Und's Kopmaß sagte: "Schon ironisch, irgendwie, dass das gerade dir, dem Augenmaß... he, du blutest ja... haben wir Verbandszeug dabei? Nicht? Merde."

Nur so reimt sich das. Ein bisschen zumindest.

[Der wahre Captain]

Hallo Deppen!!

Hier hinein!!

[Spaszgang Mischnick]

Ächz - ja doch...