Henk en de Kosmos (Hank and the Cosmos)
Henk is our inner self. I often meet him in my dreams.
Sometimes we drink coffee with Freud.

Henk en de Kosmos is a growing collection of illustrations about the fears and adventures of Henk.

 


Henk in public transport


Another day at the office. Public transport is slow as always.
Today the alternate route consists partly of travelling by public elephant.
I know my goal, and I am slowly heading towards it.
With all the patience Henk can only dream of.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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The Rabbit's Cave


What is your ideal reflection, Henk?

Please close your eyes and touch me.
I only trust your eyes when you're blind.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his soultwin affair


Henk plays a role. Like an actor in a play.

He is in one room with her. Their eyes meet.
When they try to talk, words seem useless.
Souls shiver.

All is said.
By saying nothing.

I want you. I know you want me too.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Lower Abs


Always trust your gut feelings
when you feel upset down.

And just keep on strenghtening your lower abs.
Work those tough-to-get-to muscles.

So you can always pull up easily
and untie the knot.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and the Eggman


I checked in in the hotel the other day. And there he was, sitting on the bed.
The virgin white sheets covered with egg shells.

He was looking straight at me,
and continued binging eggs without a blink of hesitation.

I left in silence. Leaving him
with his self-looted swan's nest.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Call


He doodles when he calls.
Crosses rosies at the centre of it all.

I can't answer why.
I said just go with me.
I’m-a take you home sapphyre queen.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and the Doubled Swan Hour (22:22)


Wrap your hair around my neck.
Let me come inside.
Surrender and surround me.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Food Preference


I wrapped myself around your shoulders.
Let you come inside.
Surrendered and surrounded you.

But all you gave was food for thought.
A hurry to get outside.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Exoskeleton


Baby, never underestimate
the power of intuition

My antennae are too sensitive
to fuck around with me
And my self worth is too big
for you to poison me

Maybe it surprised you
I was strong enough to molt
I cracked my shell open from the back
and then backed out

Vulnerability
only makes me stronger


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Dickheaded Henk


Sorry to tell you
but your dick's at the wrong place

Your dick is full of lies
and so are you

You're a dick


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Bloody Mary


You love all them juices

But it's virgin honey
that suits you best


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Poker Facade


You played hearts
and got me hooked
on your loving bluff
and dared to gamble
with no bullshit purity

but you fake fuck
you were just an illusion
shiny from the outside
rotten from within

and still after all
you don't realize
I saw your curtain fall


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Poo-Pourri


When he poops
the rim stays clean
and all men smile


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Drip drip drip


Try not to

You must not
You can not
It's not allowed
It's strictly forbidden

But hey
I'm stuck.

I can't resist
the drip drip drip.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk 'n Ramble


Ik zit helemaal alleen
in een stampvol café.
Ik zit naast een vrouw
waar ik helemaal niet van hou.

Mijn hart is leeg,
mijn glas is vol.
Ben beurs van het leven
en verzopen in de alcohol.

Vannacht ga ik huilen, lachen, trippen
en vrijen tegelijk.

Soms sta ik voor een spiegel
en weet niet naar wie ik kijk.


Illustrated by Hanneke Wetzer
Written by Mads Wittermans


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Henk en zijn Bloed, Worst en Tranen


Ik eet niet meer dus ik leef niet meer
maar ik ben dronken dus ik besta.


Illustrated by Hanneke Wetzer
Written by Mads Wittermans


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Henk and his Mindfuck


Go fuck yourself
before time
will kill you.

Mental masturbation
is the way
to a parallel
universe.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his love for Olivia


I traded my guardian angel on roller skates
for a little prick of a ghost named Oskar.

Now left them both in the olive tree womb
near the fallen airplane and the spot we saw the UFO
to let a sweet memory seed grow and grow and grow.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Altruistic Atlas and his Mirror Neurons


Whose tears are these, Henk?
Are those mine?

Or are these yours?


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Trick for Quadratics


When the child is hiding
and nobody sees underneath
it's only you and nothing else

Even if you are blinded by darkness
you can reach for the lightswitch
Just remember the right coordinates
and trust your inner feeling

If you have a black-out
and forgot how to trust yourself
I can whisper them to you:

M2201


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his baby talk


Ik wil vader worden.
Waarom ook niet?

Ik zie mezelf als vader,
en ik zie jou als de moeder.
Maar een kind hebben we nog niet.

Je stelt me de vraag en ik denk,
waarom ook niet?


Illustrated by Hanneke Wetzer
Written by Robin Konings


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HELP


If life goes too fast.
If there is no break.
Just throw yourself away.

It's the only way.
The only way.
To continue.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Henk and his Karma


It’s just cause and effect, Henk. Nothing more.
It’s just the way for the Universe to balance the energies within it and ourselves.

Your soul is a perpetual student.
With each lifetime, it gains knowledge.

Knowledge, Henk.
And knowledge is power.


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer

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Black Holes and Falling Stars | Black Holes and Rising Stars

"If you are anxious,
just throw your fears
into a black hole,"
he said, giving me his.

But after a week
he was terrified himself.

"I'm falling and I forgot how to fly.
I forgot how to break my fall,
and haven't reached the ground yet,"
he said.

I felt powerless, knowing
I couldn't cure his addiction.

So I said to him:

"I want to catch you,
but your speed
would crush me.

The only thing
I can do for you
is to give you back
your black hole."


Illustrated and written by Hanneke Wetzer