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Bahn frei Baby! by Waldeck, literature
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Bahn frei Baby!
Bim-Bam, Bim-Bam!
fast singt der Schienenstrang
und wenn es 13 schlägt
eilen alle zum Gebet
denn Reue steht hoch im Kurs
und das Geschäft vergibt
sich selbst und schluckt
was Spuren verwischt
die Spüllöcher im Zugklo
offen zu den Schienen
über rasende Clipstreifen
den Klebnischen
rumänischer Abteile
wo insektenhaft
gespieene Sonnblumenkerne
auf Sitzen und Fenstern haften
zu Gottes Ruhm und Ehre
und dem Vermehrungsgebot
eines absurden Diktators
uns mit seiner Brut
zu überschwemmen
im ohrbetäubenden Gerassel
qiekende Fötusse
abgeseilt an der Nabelschnur
sie fielen kopfunter
ins neue Fortschrittsle
Cravings by JetBlackGoldfish, literature
Literature
Cravings
'I need chocolate,' Muammar said breathlessly, looking into his Romanian lover's eyes and trying to catch his breath after another intense makeout session.
'Muammar, for goodness' sake. You've ruined it!'
'Plenty of our makeout sessions have been ruined for us in some way - someone knocking on the door, the phone ringing, you shitting yourself because you think your wife's going to find us - actually, that's understandable.'
'Why do you have this chocolate addiction?! Is it because you know I hate it?'
'It only started when I fell for you... I never cared much for it before then. Now I'm craving it.'
'It's all in your head.'
'I'll be ba
Craciun by JetBlackGoldfish, literature
Literature
Craciun
It was a grey winter afternoon in Bucharest, and flurries of snow came down every now and again. Romanian President Nicolae Ceausescu had invited a 'special friend', young Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi, to visit for the festive season. Nicolae's wife, Elena, was in London, visiting their eldest son, Valentin. Nicolae was wrapped up in a black winter coat and wearing a black woolly hat. Muammar was wearing a light brown trench coat and had just bought a brown ushanka from a stall. 'How does it look, habibi?' Muammar asked, giggling as he put the hat on. 'It looks perfect on you, dragă,' Nicolae replied with an awkward but genuine smile. It had been a busy day for the two heads of state - they had spent most of the day walking through Herastrau Park, and had visited a pancake shop for breakfast. However, after a long day of walking, they were now in Bucharest city centre, and they were both getting hungry again. 'Dragă, would you like some gogoși?' Nicolae asked, already
Noaptea in Bucuresti by JetBlackGoldfish, literature
Literature
Noaptea in Bucuresti
Muammar's weekend in Bucharest had been perfect - OK, not exactly, but perfect enough for him. He and his Romanian habibi had tried out the new volleyball courts, and later relaxed with a game of chess on Nicolae's new chessboard, a gift from their mutual Syrian friend, Hafez. Muammar had won the game, and this had made Nico sulky. After Nico had calmed down, they'd gone back outside, this time for a game of tennis - the day had been mainly overcast, but the warm summer sun had finally made an appearance, and Nicolae insisted on Muammar dressing 'properly' for this event.
'Nico, I don't think it really matters what we wear for a little game
Ceauddafi: Part One by JetBlackGoldfish, literature
Literature
Ceauddafi: Part One
Christmas Eve in the early 70s, Bucharest, Romania...
'Thank you for coming all this way, Muammar,' this grey-haired man said with a near-constant smile.
'You're welcome, Nicolae,' said this younger, handsome man, also smiling. Nicolae had always loved Muammar's smile, thinking it was perfect; the most beautiful smile in the world. Muammar thought Nicolae's smile was perfect too, in an unconventional sort of way.
A servant walked in and suddenly opened the curtains covering one large window.
'Andrei, what are you doing?!' Nicolae blurted out - he was very security-conscious.
'Nic, it's snowing,' Muammar whispered, tugging at Nicolae's
