Kammer of Love

Six hundred characters. To get you to the Chamber of Love. Including spaces. Good. So far: eaten chicken legs, celebrated masturbation, brought my funeral forward, said goodbye to Lou Reed, invited vacuum cleaner salesmen and undertakers, sung and drunk, apocalypses, whale songs, slumps, boxing matches, refused to give birth, eaten my mother, kiss-ins, canoeing on Eckensee, life drawing, blind soccer, taken homeopathic remedies, stayed sick. “Falling down isn’t a shame – but staying down is.” So why not come lie down with us?