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About Me

Where to start!!! There's too much. I'm a German ex-patriot living in Argentina where I run an Alpaca farm. I've had quite a life. Most of you Americans have not heard of me since most of my writings and works are in Spanish.

My Interests

Oh, countless.

I'd like to meet:

The pretentious. The couragous. The wonderful and the aweful. Those that make the world go around, and those that are willing to observe. I am not a picky man.

Music:

Just the braying of alpacas in the cool mountain air.

Movies:

I saw a movie at a German Nickolodeon once. Frightful things, films. You neither learn anything nor give anything. They are numbing tools for the masses.

Television:

No comment.

Books:

Ah, books..."A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life."John Milton

Heroes:

The young springing forth into the unknown future with ideas handed down to them by their forefathers but melded into something new by their souls.

My Blog

Drunken Lessons of Women

Killing Dan Brown and Other Drunken Lessons By Heinrich Lagerburger The bitch doesnt like to be called mam. Cari offers her a shot, but Im the one who asks. &nbs...
Posted by Heinrich on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 11:35:00 PST

Entertainment Poem

We are here to be entertained by cheap theatrics and fancy words to talk of the apocolypse as the latest reality TV show hailed, by the critics, for its on hand grasp of human deformity and the mo...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

New Poems!!!!

My Patch Gave Me a Rash I saw a sign Cigarettes for one dollar I pulled in quickly I'd been looking for a reason to make my lungs fear breathing again It was a sign from the Tiger god He wished his ...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Ah

The lovely month of May, could there be anything more grand. In the United States of America, the month of May is a time of rejuvenations, of longing and dread. Its a wonderful month. The tulips begin...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Antibiotics

I got a letter from my editor today. He read some of my new work. He said it's not quite right, that it's missing something. My silent fear confirmed. He said it was a good first draft. I didn't ...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

What a lovely day

The sun is shining on the foothills of the Andes right now. Pliny, my favorite alpaca, roams the field nibbling on little flower tops. The gray and black softness swaying in the fall breeze. Warm a...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Salt in the Tone of Fresnel

The salt of her tears mingle with mine As I watch her breasts bounce Her butt looks good And it should as she cries onto my shoulder I say, "There, there, do not cry" and with just the tone of my...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Babies in Bars- One of my newer pieces. Really just a drunken rambling

Babies in Bars: An Exquisite Corpse Babies crawling out bar doors doesnt sit well with me even after this eighth pint. But by the ninth my ire has reached a peak I can no longer ignore. A peak....
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

To all my dear friends

This is a fine day for me. I just got my first computer from one of twenty-seven great grandsons. I do not recall which one. I am in the winter of my life. At ninty, I do not have the strength or...
Posted by Heinrich on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST