• The Paper Magician









    I am the paper magician.

    I transform words into emotions.

    I unleash the most hidden utopias to the world leaving the normal ones gasping for air….

    I haunt the weak with my obscure mind.

    For me there is no black nor white nor grey.

    There is only shadows that roam my wonderland.






    I am the paper magician.

    Between the curtains I stare at the world…

    I observe and make notes in amazement and in disgust.

    I waltz in eternal bliss and agony creating my own rules those who rule the chaos.

    In my eyes the desirable fantasy comes to life destroying the already destructive reality.

    I hide and run but never lie for in my precious insanity there does not exist a wrong answer.






    I am the paper magician.

    Trapped between the thick suffocating ink and the razor sharp paper.

    I have no talents and will not achieve much in life only on paper I might.

    I am not able to penetrate nor concur this godforsaken reality with picture perfects and successors.

    I fail in achievements and perhaps in life.






    But still…I am the paper magician.

    With simple words I can find all of your g-spots and blast you off into an everlasting orgasm without shame.

    I can crush your pride with the heavy pavement of my concrete words leaving you in dust.

    I can open minds and hearts for cases that ones do not know off nor want to hear about.

    My loyalty is to the graceful pen and the noble paper for they are my certainty.

    And I marry them in the most honourable vows for they are my love and I am.