grey magician (all human)
Kristian
today is saturday, october 15, 2022. i’ve been working on songs for the last two days. yesterday i was streaming and playing halo infinite in between. today i didn’t. today i watched tiktok during the breaks. psychiatrists and psychologists say you can draw conclusions about the mental state of a person from their ability to concentrate, especially insane people. i don’t want to say anything, but today i worked highly concentrated for 6 hours. that’s more than an office worker does on average. but i admit when i’m in flow, i don’t even notice it. anyway, a few songs have been created. two for ccmixter, but only one of them is good enough. and one for the commercial streaming platforms and jamendo. how did the egyptian witch claudia find out about me back then with the help of kabbalah. your numbers mean wisdom and justice (everything i do i get back by return of post).
but now that i have rejected the bentley records creeps and publicly, i probably won’t get a foothold in the music industry. at least not in the traditional way. the american and european way. poor guy makes good music, gets a record deal, makes one or two good songs, gets pushed by the label with bought clicks from indian clickfarms, earns a little money. tries two more times with singles that flop terribly and stops making music again. gets impoverished over time like coolio the gangsters paradise rapper and releases his one hit wonder song on audius.co who promised the artists tokens and cryptos but are now begging tokens from them because they have been terribly robbed to the tune of 1.5 to 6 million dollars. no one knows exactly.
so that would be the career that i’ve misplaced with my big mouth.
two days ago, i heard a german sorceress telling me through the wind on the street, clearly and unmistakably. you’ve been through a lot, we know that. but now it’s time to start over.
and now two days later i think about it. what could she have meant by that? my music career? f@ck it.
find a woman to live with? i can just afford a prost1tute here and there let alone a wife.
so what did she mean a job? together with people who work on the computer keyboard somewhere in some shabby caves, to whom i am intellectually maybe not, but physically and metaphysically far superior. let some skinny sausage make a slug out of me, whereas i would be able to lift him up and divide him in two, like moses the red sea? everything already had.
no, that’s not what the sorceress wanted to tell me. she didn’t want to tell me anything at all, she just wanted to cast a stupid spell on my neck.
what does metaphysical superiority mean? yesterday or today i saw a tiktok like a couple of m0slim hicks hanging around on the street and recording with their cell phones how they were being texted to by a lunatic. they just wanted to spend the day on the street as usual.
anyway, the lunatic is talking into the cell phone camera:
i have seen tremendous things. i have seen things that no human being can imagine. and i thought to myself, wow, so all insane people see great things. and i felt small. but then the insane person started to talk:
i have seen burning spaceships in front of the maelstroms in front of andromeda.
and then i knew, and this coincides with my experiences from the insane asylum, just a poor lunatic who has seen too much of the movie bladerunner in his youth and now recites the supreme villain.
whereas i had visits from love goddesses, virgins, devils, jesus and as i did not know at that time, but as it became clear to me years later and i got him described for the first time, issa the prophet from islam, who is sold to christians as jesus, but who did not let himself be crucified, but let one of his disciples be nailed to the cross.
but it was already clear to me at that time when issa shouted at me and said, do you think i am so stupid and die on the cross, that it could not be jesus. at that time i thought more, this could be judas iscariot?
anyway. enough chatter. tomorrow i have an appointment in frankfurt for my fourth corona vaccination and after that i will upload the track on ccmixter sometime well after midnight after the official ccmixter time.
why do i get vaccinated again? no idea the uncle of my former best buddy (at some point he wanted from me, my vaccine batch number, which i of course didn’t give him. since then our friendship has cooled down a bit)…well anyway my buddy’s uncle had corona and died a week later from a heart attack. and my former best buddy, who by the way is a conspiracy theorist, jew hater (but only those who read the torah or vice versa no idea), trump fan and putin fan, said: my uncle just overworked himself a week after he was infected with corona.
and now i’m getting the fourth vaccination so that i don’t overwork myself and die of a heart attack one week after my corona infection.
enough chatter good night europe and good day america.
but now that i have rejected the bentley records creeps and publicly, i probably won’t get a foothold in the music industry. at least not in the traditional way. the american and european way. poor guy makes good music, gets a record deal, makes one or two good songs, gets pushed by the label with bought clicks from indian clickfarms, earns a little money. tries two more times with singles that flop terribly and stops making music again. gets impoverished over time like coolio the gangsters paradise rapper and releases his one hit wonder song on audius.co who promised the artists tokens and cryptos but are now begging tokens from them because they have been terribly robbed to the tune of 1.5 to 6 million dollars. no one knows exactly.
so that would be the career that i’ve misplaced with my big mouth.
two days ago, i heard a german sorceress telling me through the wind on the street, clearly and unmistakably. you’ve been through a lot, we know that. but now it’s time to start over.
and now two days later i think about it. what could she have meant by that? my music career? f@ck it.
find a woman to live with? i can just afford a prost1tute here and there let alone a wife.
so what did she mean a job? together with people who work on the computer keyboard somewhere in some shabby caves, to whom i am intellectually maybe not, but physically and metaphysically far superior. let some skinny sausage make a slug out of me, whereas i would be able to lift him up and divide him in two, like moses the red sea? everything already had.
no, that’s not what the sorceress wanted to tell me. she didn’t want to tell me anything at all, she just wanted to cast a stupid spell on my neck.
what does metaphysical superiority mean? yesterday or today i saw a tiktok like a couple of m0slim hicks hanging around on the street and recording with their cell phones how they were being texted to by a lunatic. they just wanted to spend the day on the street as usual.
anyway, the lunatic is talking into the cell phone camera:
i have seen tremendous things. i have seen things that no human being can imagine. and i thought to myself, wow, so all insane people see great things. and i felt small. but then the insane person started to talk:
i have seen burning spaceships in front of the maelstroms in front of andromeda.
and then i knew, and this coincides with my experiences from the insane asylum, just a poor lunatic who has seen too much of the movie bladerunner in his youth and now recites the supreme villain.
whereas i had visits from love goddesses, virgins, devils, jesus and as i did not know at that time, but as it became clear to me years later and i got him described for the first time, issa the prophet from islam, who is sold to christians as jesus, but who did not let himself be crucified, but let one of his disciples be nailed to the cross.
but it was already clear to me at that time when issa shouted at me and said, do you think i am so stupid and die on the cross, that it could not be jesus. at that time i thought more, this could be judas iscariot?
anyway. enough chatter. tomorrow i have an appointment in frankfurt for my fourth corona vaccination and after that i will upload the track on ccmixter sometime well after midnight after the official ccmixter time.
why do i get vaccinated again? no idea the uncle of my former best buddy (at some point he wanted from me, my vaccine batch number, which i of course didn’t give him. since then our friendship has cooled down a bit)…well anyway my buddy’s uncle had corona and died a week later from a heart attack. and my former best buddy, who by the way is a conspiracy theorist, jew hater (but only those who read the torah or vice versa no idea), trump fan and putin fan, said: my uncle just overworked himself a week after he was infected with corona.
and now i’m getting the fourth vaccination so that i don’t overwork myself and die of a heart attack one week after my corona infection.
enough chatter good night europe and good day america.