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       Somewhere I read: that: and since then The Fragmentation reigns: or it has made its way
(it was: I guess: about the texts and internet) and so it is! :The Fragmentation reigns:   the
books are already too long: even the short stories:  mine memory has always been such a cheeky
light: turnarounds of a stubborn lighthouse: I manage the lightnings: uran:  the ruler of this
heaven:

       I found out only recently: that I'm uran after a dog  (name Oreéne: possibly comes from
The Neverending Story) after a bright star of my more late: and The Neverunfinished childhood:   
in a Petržalka double balcony flat: where my father kept a pair of German shepherds:  plus ten
- eleven puppies twice to year: (neighbors harbored cruel hate to us - or not? - neighbor Palo
had beautiful wife: in a white undershirt without bra:        I don't know what she was called
anymore. These unsmall sensitive wheels: Eva? - nothing is more natural: than:   the movements
of a true heavy valued female breasts)
       My father and I used to play The Amazement game.      :He is absolutely the best in the
world: and: Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?   :Who is harder dude than Ripley ?!
:Let's talk about it! It is such a great and free enjoyment:        Gary Oldman is the biggest
chameleon: but maybe Martin Rúžek was bigger.

       Definitely: the most amazing comet of the then cynological sky: and the coveted diamond
of each folded family tree: and music for the ears: was the Germanic Prince:         Marko vom
Cellerland     - on his black and white portraits so distant: aristocratic:    and ruminative.
Just a little bit behind: it's carriing in my memory - a little bit harder:        but equally
sublime sound: Karo fon Reindorf.. :But only then comes the real song:    Uran vom Wildsteiger
Land - that's him: who: in a few years: will mix with the pagan god of heaven: the penultimate
planet: and: the radioactive isotope - when the master will be think about his nick

       Well: The Fragmentation reigns - the great time for poetry.

       So I am uran: whenever someone tells me uran:  I feel divinely:  how well I made it up:
you can call me uran: