today is wednesday the 26th of october 2022. i made some fine adjustments to the remix this morning. but it is and remains the best song i have made so far.

i took a few chord progressions from four or five billboard charts songs from the last few years and once again unpacked the piano magic. i also added a midi melody.

and now when i send the high resolution mp3 through the ether of the world’s largest internet node de cix, not 2 miles away from me across the river, i will make americans, french, british, indians, south americans, asians happy with my music. but while this is happening, i will go to my wednesday therapy session, and make my therapist dr bliss day. i’ll bring her a bit of variety. i’ll tell her a bit about the big wide endless internet and music world, and distract her from the deadly sad stories of the depressives, the confused hero stories of the manics, the paranoia of the psychotics, the frustrated bed stories and everyday stories of the spouses in crisis.

and when i have brought the wide world into her cozy little room, i sadly leave her back in her practice.

i have already sent her the remix.

no i don’t tell her horror stories, at least today. which i rarely do anyway.:)

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today is friday, october 28, 2022. i rode my pony to my mother in frankfurt. what do i mean by rode? i flew. i picked up some food for the next week. marinated steaks with side dishes and salad. a 2 pound cup of rice pudding. yes i tolerate the divine nectar cow’s milk. because we europeans and our descendants scattered all over the world naturally tolerate cow’s milk. and have been doing so for 15,000 years. that is, 9,000 years before god created the earth. unlike the south americans, the indigenous north americans, the africans, the asians and the aboriginies. all of them tolerate 90% no cow’s milk. be that as it may, i am enthusiastic about my fellow europeans. like the angry citizen in his red ford focus, who drives into the street at a narrow spot here at my home in offenbach and doesn’t back up, so that i have to reverse. but i did that quickly, because i am like water. flowing and fast. and i thought to myself that the next time you german sh!t insist on your rights again, you might run into a gypsy with a mercedes, there are a few of them here too, and they’ll punch you in the mouth. so i drove into my yard in a good mood, parked in my parking space. and then i walked in with my two ikea bags full of food and milk cartons (i don’t drink much milk, only one liter of ice cold milk in the evening). and behind me came my serbian neighbor who saw me as a single carrying the heavy bags full of food, and i noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me disparagingly. but the man in his mid-thirties has his wife. he still m8unts her twice a week. her @ss has gone wide since her twenties, but she still looks quite passable for five years. then it becomes like with stale milk. anyway, the european looks at me superiorly, because his wife is carrying the groceries. and then the serb goes upstairs to his apartment. i close the door, put the food in the refrigerator and write this now. while my neighbor, with his wife who is already not so fresh, goes after his male hormones and punches holes in the wall of the solid concrete house we live in. the serbs above and below me do this often. the serb below me drilled the underside of my balcony with a percussion drill on sunday evening to fix brackets for his, i must say tasteful asian bird repellent net. which now looks like somewhere in baghdad on his freestanding balcony.

and i feel like god. my therapist has already suggested that i shouldn’t be megalomaniac. with music for example, she said. and i told her i don’t get much feedback for my music, but there’s a label out of new york manhattan by the world trade center, bentley records, they approached me on their own and publicly offered to send them demos. she just said yes that’s right. and let’s get back to my neighbor who is younger than me. what can i say? he listens to serbian balkan snake charmer music of oriental origin like everyone south of croatia. the former border between west and east rome and the former border to the ottoman invasion in whose reverberations oriental snake charmer music entered the balkans. and i could lift my neighbor of my experience from my f!ght in the middle of frankfurt against the martial arts fighters of marrocan and asian origin, even if he is taller and d!vide him in two. and so i could with all my fellow men.

i could if i wanted to. i am because i am.

but i don’t do it because i am like water.:)

and now i hear biser king- dom dom yes yes. because in my adventures in the red light districts of the rhine main area i have also sl3pt with arabic, gypsy and oriental women. and something is left.:)

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today is october 29, 2022. it’s a saturday. i’ve been awake since 6 a.m. central european time. i was in the supermarket just now. it’s 8:30 a.m. i picked up two bottles of spanish red wine, a bigpack of no name cigarettes, haribo gummy bears, and crunchchips. 15 dollars. a young man with a baby carriage and a child went into the supermarket with me. on the way to the chips, i passed another man. he smelled so pathetically of schnapps that my eyes watered. so pathetically that you could still smell him 5 meters away. he was younger than me. at the checkout, the man with the child was in front of me. a lonely bottle of beer was on the shopping conveyor belt. he paid 36 cents and left with his child. now i’m in front of the pc, after heaving my 300 pound living body weight up the stairs on my tiptoes like a 90 pound ballerina, listening to my latest remix, while i’m tracking my mother’s location on the net. she’s currently traveling on a 186 mile per hour super fast train to munich to visit my sister.

man this song is good.

i’ve been taking my neuroleptics and my lorazepam and mixing it with wine with cola and 40 cigarettes. that’s why i don’t need booze. there’s no booze that beams you away star trek style like my mix. but it was nice to meet some of the alcoholics from my neighborhood at the grocery store.

in front of the pub that serves as a worker streetwalking. there is no english word for worker prost1tute streetwalking. it’s a typical german word. i mean eastern european men who offer their labor illegally because tax free to the person who pays them for it and then drives them in a cheap van to the construction site. these men stand in front of the pub at five o’clock like prost1tutes waiting for their st@bber. hence the german term for which there is no translation in english.

at half past eight they are long gone, picked up. now only the romanian old gypsy who wears a hat that i usually only see here with jews, sits in front of the pub with his electric mobility chair and sits there like seraph the oracle protector in matrix 1. as my romanian german emigrant (now outed as a jew, whom i haven’t seen in 20 years and is now a pneumologist) best buddy said 30 years ago: in romania the gypsies rummage through the garbage cans and here they drive mercedes. what did we laugh about back then.

now the stewardesses who clatter up to the subway on my street with their high heels and their travel trolleys are also already gone.

there is everything here in my neighborhood. real american women, but also real super looking prost1tutes who buy buns in the supermarket in the morning before work.

only there are no homeless people. this is central europe, after all.

good morning europe and good night america.

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and now im listening to the bulgarian turkish gypsy club banger:

biser king - dom dom yes yes:))))))))))

the hypnotic gypsy bazouki strings are blowing me away. and the snake charmer hook is f@cking me away.

that is a eastern european oriental snake charmer banger, for what the bulgarians are known so well.:)

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i am so high on wine and drugs.

now on a personal note:

if you listen to my music you might think i’m just an american dyed magician.

if you read what i write, you might think i’m just a german dyed sorcerer.

but i admit my balkan dyed blood can’t deny it: i’m a witcher too.

that’s why it doesn’t take more than three languages, all of which i speak fluently, to understand all the different virgins of my goddess.

who understands, understands…:)