Tag Archives: Cristina Novac
And the band is going home, its raining hammers, its raining nails
What would people really do for a Kurtoes Kolacs?
He’s got the whole world in his cup, he’s got the whole world in his cup…
Are people without beliefs brainless? Anti-Staredom and a statement-free life for the sake of silence – no Pope, no Hristos, just growing cactuses
Born in 1982, grown up in the little village "Cocomârla" in the Carpathian Mountains ( together with a number of sisters & brothers ). Permanent student of comparative literature in Klausenburg/Cluj. Professional sausage-eater . Profound hatred for all that environmental crap, NGOs and living birds. "When I was young they sang comunist songs instead of Pink Floyd, Cave or Cohen. I’m always writing for Djaka, my kangaroo, for Kolja, my tortoise and for Vasile my puppet from Prague. I’m not lazy i am reflective ( some decent people advised me to write that )". All my stories are about me me me me me
“I like to collect my slowly bitten finger nails in her lab.” This is a Novak text. (German)
ziel sollte aber immer sein, dass die nachbarn immer das genaue gegenteil glauben und nie etwas merken. das ist ganz schön schwierig in deutschland. aber eine schöne aufgabe…