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Sam Wasserman

A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.
17 Apr 2016

A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.

by Isaiah | posted in: Poetry | 0

-mean- As in aggressive or understanding, One leads to the less of the other, And one is the lesser than the other, I hate this new way of blabla. Hate is a very strong word… I hate this new way … Continued

A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, abstract, or anything else you like., poetry, Sam Wasserman
Do Nothing.
19 Nov 2015

Do Nothing.

by admin | posted in: Short Stories | 0

Do nothing “F***, f***, f***! What do I do?” “Nothing” “Nothing? I can’t do nothing!… Look at me!” The girl in the black dress stared at the boy in the white shirt with the gun in his hand and the … Continued

17, Berlin, Berlin British School, Do Nothing., Germany, Sam Wasserman
The Hunter
19 Nov 2015

The Hunter

by admin | posted in: Short Stories | 0

If there’s one thing I can pass on to the next generation it’s not to go hiking in the Canadian woods by ones self, you hear? Now I got lucky, real lucky, but had I not bought my rifle with … Continued

17, Berlin, Berlin British School, Germany, Sam Wasserman, The Hunter
The Traveler
19 Nov 2015

The Traveler

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“Sit down Mr Black.” Colonel Francis told the trembling, naked, hairy man who went by the name he had prior been called. Mr. Black eyed the group of uniformed men and took the seat he was offered. “Now, my men … Continued

17, Berlin, Berlin British School, Germany, Sam Wasserman, The Traveler
Sang-Li or The Oil Throne
19 Nov 2015

Sang-Li or The Oil Throne

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“Welcome to China!”, said the naked Chinese women as she led the fat european man by hand down the stainless steel halls. He could hear the rumbling of the machines all around him and the place smelt like oil and … Continued

17, Berlin, Berlin British School, Germany, Sam Wasserman, Sang-Li or The Oil Throne
New Haircut
19 Nov 2015

New Haircut

by admin | posted in: Short Stories | 0

Ralph hated the plastic chairs they always had at hairdressers. He also hated the hairdressers themselves. Why do they always feel the urge t talk with him?, he asked himself. Couldn’t he just relax and sit there, daydreaming? Clearly not. … Continued

17, Berlin, Berlin British School, Germany, New Haircut, Sam, Sam Wasserman
I must be a great man
16 Nov 2015

I must be a great man

by admin | posted in: Poetry | 0

I must be a great man, For you to care about me, You are champagne, my love, You are rainbow-parrot-free, The drum of life thumps twice, With you I feel it three, For you I’m sky-stars-cloud, So you can fly … Continued

16, Babelsberger Filmgymnasium, Berlin, Germany, I must be a great man, Sam Wasserman

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