Hannes Kater: Auftragszeichnungen Letter / Nr. 46


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Auftragszeichnung 046


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A stranger asked me if I loved my country. The question made me feel sad because I no longer knew what my country was. In that moment I heard the quiet cries of simple people who were long gone. This land had been theirs once. "I love my family," I said awkwardly. It was the best I could do.

Auftragszeichnung 047

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Picturing a swedism landscape. I’m sitting on a stonage grave stone watching over the horizon and at the same time feeding sheep’s with grass.
I’m long, blond hair and always wear jeans…
In the distance you can see windmills, flours and sea…

Auftragszeichnung 048

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When I was a child (4 years old) my father gave me haircuts. He shaved my head with manual clippers. When I started to cry from the cold metal clippers pinching my hair, he began slapping me with full force across the side of my face. When I started crying, he continued to hit me until I saw the kind of distortion one sees when the television cable goes out.

Auftragszeichnung 049

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It's a dream i had a couple nights ago:
first part of the dream was walking into a classroom with around 25 empty chairs , all the lights out except light coming from the chalk board.
Someone had written (as in punishment, over and over and over again) 'sorry I hurt you.
CAUTION: house is dangerous' except that caution was blinking red lights.
As I leave I get into my girlfriend's truck and I look at the gas gauge to see how much gas there is, and the gauge is covered/filled with wool, so I cant see the needle/guage.

Auftragszeichnung 050

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During the summer of 1992 I graduated college and moved from the east coast to Portland Oregon. I thought that it would be liberating to move to another part of the country where I knew no one, far from my family and other distractions. I drove there with a friend who had also just graduated from college & by circumstance we quickly fell in with a group of recent graduates from Portland's Reed College.

I started spending time with one young lady who had studied biology at Reed.
She and I got fairly intimate. She confided in me that she was able to achieve orgasm if the right person fondled her breasts in just the right way. I asked if I could try it and she said yes. Sure enough, after
a certain amount of fondling she appeared to have a small but satisfying orgasm.

The rest of our relationship was brief. She would soon move to the east coast to go to medical school. We didn't have that much time together.
Apart from the trick with her breasts, the rest of our sexual activity consisted of dry humping--she on top grinding her crotch into my crotch. I never spoke up to tell her that it kind of hurt and that I didn't find it that satisfying. I guess I was shy because I was new in town and I missed my friends and ex-girlfriend from college. I didn't want to upset my new friend.

To this date I cannot remember her name.