today is august 30, 2022. i have been on the darkweb for the last few days looking at and downloading naughty stuff. yes i have downloaded real grinch. and now my pc is evil. it looks at me from little narrowed eyes on my screen. the writing is small and threatening. but when i am on the internet, and i usually am, everything is normal because the internet is not local and the site owners warn their employees not to download grinch. even the p8rno sites are protected from it.

be that as it may, i don’t care.

yesterday i was drunk on tiktok, a tiktok of an american came and showed me something that was completely under my radar. the american showed pictures from china. before and after pictures of rivers and lakes. the chinese are really crapping out. the drought is really hitting them. they have no water, no electricity, the ground water is used up or contaminated. and the car production for the western world has come to a standstill. it looks disastrous. but in the western media there is no jubilation or even big reports about it because it doesn’t look any better there. and the elites all over the world are afraid of the catastrophe that has somehow been looming since 2018.

i have been preaching for years that it is not raining anymore and that we are heading towards the end of the world on day zero (that is the technical term when no more water comes out of the taps). on all major media channels like an old fashioned music website for free music that still looks like it did in 2004 and an 18 year old start up for free music on the internet. and despite my efforts to shake up mankind through these channels and face the end of the world and go crazy and drop everything and party again, away from brothel clubs and unwashed hippie events.

it was all for nothing. not only that. i was ignored for years on these websites and in the public eye, but now my prophecies that no one even remembers now are coming true.

and now i sit there in front of my now evil computer unwashed for days in black boxers and a white t shirt stained by wine stains drinking wine with coke and smoking cigarettes.

i’m not smiling. but deep in my chest, satisfaction and anticipation of my and our last day is setting in.

yes it is a beautiful day
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today is friday, august 26, 2022. it is exactly 22:00 central european time. just now i was on my balcony again and wanted to relax. but the noise on the balcony below me was too loud. who was making so much noise? you dear readers. average people. two little boys who make insane noise, babble incoherently, a grandfather who has no trouble putting himself on an intellectual level like the children. a grandmother who is busy with her daughter or daughter-in-law preparing dinner for the whole gang and makes noise with cooking utensils. a mother of the children who does not get irritated by the screaming of the children and makes her dinner out of for western europeans not very appetizing serbian home cooking. i hardly assume that. a father with a deep male voice tries in vain to keep the peace. with the same voice with which he discusses the current political situation in serbia in the cafe. for putin and against the west. and suddenly i see you and your small horizon. yes i mean you dear readers. the music editor of an 18 year old startup, the entrepreneur of an 18 year old website that also looks like this. the disc jockey who makes music as a hobby. the listener who likes indie music that not everyone listens to. yes i see you when i hear and see the serbian family. the small horizon that builds up in front of you. the job, the wife, the girlfriend, the husband, the boyfriend, the children, the grandparents. the communal visit from a second world country to a first world country. the adventures that come along with it.

and the fact that my iphone weather app constantly announces rain that doesn’t happen loses meaning. just like on tv, where you can always see rain clouds on the weather maps. but it doesn’t rain. not since march. or should i say, it’s been raining less and less for 10 years and since 2018 hardly at all. and now again to your small life horizon. what does it matter? i can already hear the french from jamendo saying, france was particularly affected by the drought, the summer will soon be over. yes and then? what then? then it rains a little and that’s it. in february it stops again until october and the groundwater disappears. more and more.

but it’s not just this little thing like rain, the lack of which should be noticeable to anyone who isn’t hindered by their small horizon of life.

it is also. this trivial gossip of the grandmother. then i went and said this to her and she said that. or these trivial little problems of the mother who, after two children and getting older and older, worries about her attractiveness in general and in particular towards her husband who is terribly upset about western politics and in general a slight feeling of dissatisfaction and in particular a feeling of dissatisfaction towards his life situation. the children are annoying, the wife is also no longer what she used to be. the money is also getting less and less. these average problems dear average readers.

and above you sits a silverback gorilla, with a ffmi of 28, with an eventful past with two wives of famous men, a gorilla who, with his outbreak of violence 10 years ago, albeit justified, has really upset the security concept of the police and the integration concept of the social workers for violent drug dealers in the heart of the city of frankfurt. a beast who got a visit from the islamic issa and who told him about his crucifixion that did not happen before this beast, namely me, even knew what the difference between issa and jesus is.

and so much more. at first glance it looks like i am a normal person who makes music as a hobby and spends the whole day on the internet, but between me and my adventures and your adventures and problems dear average people there are universes.

only good that i am so well isolated from you. and now i am fine again.

good night joe and jane average.