Attempted Poetry by Andre Michael Pietroschek - HTML preview

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Preface and Introduction

Prosaic attempts I expected to fail miserably...

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For me 2015 began with becoming urban homeless. With the insight that even feeding from trashcans, and sleeping in filth while surrounded by criminals, still means you must expect the competition. I knew instantly that the All-Time-Low I called my life had to be restored. Sadly friends of me died, while I became good in performing the bureaucratically-controlled dance of demands which resulted in me renting a new apartment late in April 2015.

January the 1st in 2016 my life still lay in ruins, but I was back on the social fee and in my own room. Busy marketing this ebook, busy patching it, and felled by sickness or not: Busy looking for a regular job. Because even desperate measures are preferable to giving-up!
I apologize for the limitations and unpleasantness of format in an unknown-to-me publishing software. Truth is I have to earn more money before I can pay the extended editor to use in these newer ebook formats of my chosen publisher. This is my first ebook for sale, I work to improve it, and I try repeatedly to learn how to do better.

So now I am sitting here, before a second-hand 64bit Lenovo ThinkPad T400, which does not really do the thinking for me, and I even got some Windows 7 Professional purchased, registered, and installed. The Penguine aka PCLinux abandoned me even before I had to make it as a bum! I can't afford a real celebration, so I unleash some more of my prose unto the world. This leads to a warning I use since 2014:

I wrote this in Pietroschek Prose, not US-English, nor British English. Pietroschek Prose is something like unintentional, imbecilic-moronic violation of the two English versions to which it is often, and lets hope accidentally, compared to. ;-)