Mr. Klein's heart.

Mr. Klein was a clean man, with manners any misfit would envy. A mixture of stinky french fromage and austrian, bitter snow from the Mexican Alps. He was an honest lier, a hardworking reader, a soft vandal, a platonic husband, a thirsty dreamer. Mr. Klein was a graceful pilot, always "mastering" the wheel while getting high on Chavela Vargas. His pet was a fly that flapped its wings so fast, everything twisted. Even words.

Yeah... Mr. Klein Mein was very, very beaumarchais.


Picture obtained from Graffitiboxshop.