surrender (118er mix)
Kristian
by Kristian
featuring emily richards
length 4:21
recommends Recommends (3)
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a little story from my biography. since i was a baby, i had an eyelash growing in my right eyeball. it was unbelievably disturbing. until i got this eyelash etched out when i was nine in the children’s hospital in frankfurt. my first time under general anesthesia and i remember dreaming about it. anyway, the devilish eyelash was gone from my eyeball. but shortly afterwards, a few years later, an eyelash grew out of my right eyelid and directly into my eye. and i pluck it out, just like a young woman plucks her eyelashes. with tweezers. so once a month, i stand in front of the mirror and pluck out the eyelash that irritates my eye.
because as jesus said, before you laugh at others and judge them, first take the beam out of your eyes.
pipni me tu i tam i nepitaj…cerno to bmw….
the gypsy track once again blows me away.
and now i’m going back to the bathroom and pluck the beam out of my eye with tweezers….
because laughing has to be…:)
…
im at my favorite news aggregator and read the headlines and watch the pictures as always.:)
Just in time before the frost I had rescued them from the balcony. Now the piss off plant (Plectranthus ornatus) is blooming:
my love goddess has called. and she sings: in my garden where the virgins bloom it shines brighter than the universe. you fill them with life. and they live. they roll their eyes and foam at the mouth. and i love them almost as much as i love you. but you will pay for that. because unlike you, i am allowed to hate as love. and i hate you.
yes dear readers. i may not hate but only give life a little love and above all laugh.
he who has ears, let him hear.
only love can hurt like this, must have been a deadly kiss…:))))
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today is november 22, 2022. i drove from frankfurt and its famous succer club to offenbach. with a blessing from my mother and got myself four bottles of red wine and coke zero, two crunchchips and a bigpack of no name cigarettes at the supermarket. 30 dollars. that’s how much it costs in germany to be drunk for two days along with neuroleptics and valium. yes dear people today i enter the command center of the starship from star trek again and don’t leave it until thursday when i drive my american ford pony to my psychiatrist to pick up my sick note.
and i listen to either the gypsy track biser king- dom dom yes yes with its wacky snake charmer hook or paloma faith-only love can hurt like this slowed down version.
because when i’m drunk i always listen to goy music.
live long and prosper.
…
sorry cube. but i think it was a misunderstanding. my a.i. translator translated ” krass” as crass. i didn’t care that you were hitting on me from the side. but yesterday i saw a clip of dave chapelle. by the way, it was about the black civil rights movement and that black g.i.s got their d1ck bl8wn by french and german women for chewing gum and chocolate, and that they later had to sit all the way back in the bus in the anglo-saxon country of the anglo-saxon white masters race. and that’s how the black civil rights movement got going. i found this sketch by dave chapelle quite unpleasant and thought to myself: on the western front, french and german women had to 5uck d1cks for chocolate and gum, while in the east, on the front, russian soldiers used mass r@pes of german women as a weapon, much like in ukraine today.
be that as it may, it is unpleasant and, apart from the juice, no one will be happy about it. but they have lost their god because, according to a jewish joke, he is german, otherwise he would never have allowed the shoa.
what was i actually trying to get at?
yes. i would never insult anyone on this site. just laugh at them. divinely. unless i’m psychotic right now. anyway, dave chapelle used crass in his monologue and i realized it doesn’t mean awesome like “krass” in germany.
sorry dude.
anyway, people here laughed a little bit and everything is good again. i hope.
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today is monday, november 21, 2022. i cancelled netflix yesterday. and besides disney, i now also have amazon prime. and i have to admit, amazon prime is more tailored to white people. while at netflix, all heteros3xual whites are always the bad guys and black young women with their g@y side protagonists are the good guys in every good netflix series. it’s the other way around at amazon. there, the good old school still rules. the anglo-saxon white man is the good guy and fights together with black stereotypical decals of african americans against the bad guys like blacks, whites (german sometimes) and mexicans. so with reacher and jack ryan. oh yes the us military is usually there too.
with disney it’s an ambivalent image. disney puts itself somewhere in between the woke netflix and the white anglo-saxon master race amazon.
i don’t care. i only watch sitcoms anyway, or rather i listen to them when i go to bed, and only occasionally do i watch anything.
most of the time i’m on tiktok.
and as the below average looking blonde (i’ve had dozens of better looking ones) the crush from reacher said, about reacher: the man (reacher) is a mystery. he’s not even on facebook or snapchat.:)
no probably he just passes the time on tiktok like me.:)))))))
only love can hurt like this,
must have been a deadly kiss…:)))))
…
today is november 20, 2022. it is nine o’clock in the morning central european time. outside it is dark there is hardly any daylight. i was in a bad mood, drank my premium coffee, smoked cigarettes and watched the news. my mood didn’t get any better. then i sat down at my desk and now i’m listening to my remix from friday i think. i’m listening to the live bass, the temperamental but melodic piano sounds, the melodic sound of snowflakes vocals and now i’m in a good mood.
on ccmixter only five songs have been uploaded since my last release on wednesday. on jamendo i have 60,000 streams a month and 6000 downloads. on spotify i have about 100 listeners. at least more than 75% of the artists on spotify. and what makes me especially happy, the new songs are getting more and more popular. unlike on jamendo.
my technical equipment works. and i have everything my heart desires. small things, but i fill them with life.
what i’m missing now is a well hung mid-forties woman on whom the relentless gravition has already wreaked its havoc. give her a kiss and taste the relentless bad taste of the morning. go to the toilet after her and smell the relentless smell of the morning toilet. then hearing from her the plans for the next week, the everyday complaints about money. while i dream of not working and having just enough money to afford a drunk three times a week and make music on the side with singers from california. and quickly discard these thoughts, because my fictional hanuma would never allow that in her life.
no that makes up for no rolling over my fictional wife twice a week, and the subsequent feeling of passion that is denied to me in the marriage bed, and then to look for it on the internet with the constant fear of getting caught.
because how did tina turner sing from monoradio while i was lying on the 18 years younger than me prost1tute with the corresponding body?
whats love got to do with it?
what was i actually getting at?
thank you snowflake for singing for me on this sunday morning and lifting my spirits.
…
it’s still sunday. it’s now 11 a.m. central european time. my a.i. translator that i’ve been using for half a year is now a german unicorn. that means the startup is now worth a billion euros.
what do i do now? i cleaned up my apartment earlier and then sat on my pony, drove past the ever-growing data center at the power plant, drove past the european central bank, and am now at my mother’s house. today i’m served fries, steak and iceberg salad again. a welcome change from the reheated dishes and ready-made pizzas at home. although i admit i don’t eat much when i’m filling up on red wine, cola, medications and cigarettes. anyway, today it’s time to relax.
yesterday i saw a tiktok with a guy who blasted his whole apartment with dvds and bluerays. everywhere was this media junk. and that reminded me of one of my former best friends. today he is a big shot in some insurance company. and now he’s also a millionaire because he inherited his parents’ house. i was always jealous of him. i always thought he was better than me. but yesterday with the apartment full of dvds and blurays opened my eyes. everyone has dirt on them somewhere.
only not me.
and like the almighty fictional luke skywalker, i hate nothing and no one. no i am far superior to this fictional character.
but that doesn’t mean that i love everything.
no i hate nothing and love little. and if then right. until it passes.
yes i am thoughtful this morning.
featuring emily richards
length 4:21
recommends Recommends (3)
…
a little story from my biography. since i was a baby, i had an eyelash growing in my right eyeball. it was unbelievably disturbing. until i got this eyelash etched out when i was nine in the children’s hospital in frankfurt. my first time under general anesthesia and i remember dreaming about it. anyway, the devilish eyelash was gone from my eyeball. but shortly afterwards, a few years later, an eyelash grew out of my right eyelid and directly into my eye. and i pluck it out, just like a young woman plucks her eyelashes. with tweezers. so once a month, i stand in front of the mirror and pluck out the eyelash that irritates my eye.
because as jesus said, before you laugh at others and judge them, first take the beam out of your eyes.
pipni me tu i tam i nepitaj…cerno to bmw….
the gypsy track once again blows me away.
and now i’m going back to the bathroom and pluck the beam out of my eye with tweezers….
because laughing has to be…:)
…
im at my favorite news aggregator and read the headlines and watch the pictures as always.:)
Just in time before the frost I had rescued them from the balcony. Now the piss off plant (Plectranthus ornatus) is blooming:
my love goddess has called. and she sings: in my garden where the virgins bloom it shines brighter than the universe. you fill them with life. and they live. they roll their eyes and foam at the mouth. and i love them almost as much as i love you. but you will pay for that. because unlike you, i am allowed to hate as love. and i hate you.
yes dear readers. i may not hate but only give life a little love and above all laugh.
he who has ears, let him hear.
only love can hurt like this, must have been a deadly kiss…:))))
…
today is november 22, 2022. i drove from frankfurt and its famous succer club to offenbach. with a blessing from my mother and got myself four bottles of red wine and coke zero, two crunchchips and a bigpack of no name cigarettes at the supermarket. 30 dollars. that’s how much it costs in germany to be drunk for two days along with neuroleptics and valium. yes dear people today i enter the command center of the starship from star trek again and don’t leave it until thursday when i drive my american ford pony to my psychiatrist to pick up my sick note.
and i listen to either the gypsy track biser king- dom dom yes yes with its wacky snake charmer hook or paloma faith-only love can hurt like this slowed down version.
because when i’m drunk i always listen to goy music.
live long and prosper.
…
sorry cube. but i think it was a misunderstanding. my a.i. translator translated ” krass” as crass. i didn’t care that you were hitting on me from the side. but yesterday i saw a clip of dave chapelle. by the way, it was about the black civil rights movement and that black g.i.s got their d1ck bl8wn by french and german women for chewing gum and chocolate, and that they later had to sit all the way back in the bus in the anglo-saxon country of the anglo-saxon white masters race. and that’s how the black civil rights movement got going. i found this sketch by dave chapelle quite unpleasant and thought to myself: on the western front, french and german women had to 5uck d1cks for chocolate and gum, while in the east, on the front, russian soldiers used mass r@pes of german women as a weapon, much like in ukraine today.
be that as it may, it is unpleasant and, apart from the juice, no one will be happy about it. but they have lost their god because, according to a jewish joke, he is german, otherwise he would never have allowed the shoa.
what was i actually trying to get at?
yes. i would never insult anyone on this site. just laugh at them. divinely. unless i’m psychotic right now. anyway, dave chapelle used crass in his monologue and i realized it doesn’t mean awesome like “krass” in germany.
sorry dude.
anyway, people here laughed a little bit and everything is good again. i hope.
…
today is monday, november 21, 2022. i cancelled netflix yesterday. and besides disney, i now also have amazon prime. and i have to admit, amazon prime is more tailored to white people. while at netflix, all heteros3xual whites are always the bad guys and black young women with their g@y side protagonists are the good guys in every good netflix series. it’s the other way around at amazon. there, the good old school still rules. the anglo-saxon white man is the good guy and fights together with black stereotypical decals of african americans against the bad guys like blacks, whites (german sometimes) and mexicans. so with reacher and jack ryan. oh yes the us military is usually there too.
with disney it’s an ambivalent image. disney puts itself somewhere in between the woke netflix and the white anglo-saxon master race amazon.
i don’t care. i only watch sitcoms anyway, or rather i listen to them when i go to bed, and only occasionally do i watch anything.
most of the time i’m on tiktok.
and as the below average looking blonde (i’ve had dozens of better looking ones) the crush from reacher said, about reacher: the man (reacher) is a mystery. he’s not even on facebook or snapchat.:)
no probably he just passes the time on tiktok like me.:)))))))
only love can hurt like this,
must have been a deadly kiss…:)))))
…
today is november 20, 2022. it is nine o’clock in the morning central european time. outside it is dark there is hardly any daylight. i was in a bad mood, drank my premium coffee, smoked cigarettes and watched the news. my mood didn’t get any better. then i sat down at my desk and now i’m listening to my remix from friday i think. i’m listening to the live bass, the temperamental but melodic piano sounds, the melodic sound of snowflakes vocals and now i’m in a good mood.
on ccmixter only five songs have been uploaded since my last release on wednesday. on jamendo i have 60,000 streams a month and 6000 downloads. on spotify i have about 100 listeners. at least more than 75% of the artists on spotify. and what makes me especially happy, the new songs are getting more and more popular. unlike on jamendo.
my technical equipment works. and i have everything my heart desires. small things, but i fill them with life.
what i’m missing now is a well hung mid-forties woman on whom the relentless gravition has already wreaked its havoc. give her a kiss and taste the relentless bad taste of the morning. go to the toilet after her and smell the relentless smell of the morning toilet. then hearing from her the plans for the next week, the everyday complaints about money. while i dream of not working and having just enough money to afford a drunk three times a week and make music on the side with singers from california. and quickly discard these thoughts, because my fictional hanuma would never allow that in her life.
no that makes up for no rolling over my fictional wife twice a week, and the subsequent feeling of passion that is denied to me in the marriage bed, and then to look for it on the internet with the constant fear of getting caught.
because how did tina turner sing from monoradio while i was lying on the 18 years younger than me prost1tute with the corresponding body?
whats love got to do with it?
what was i actually getting at?
thank you snowflake for singing for me on this sunday morning and lifting my spirits.
…
it’s still sunday. it’s now 11 a.m. central european time. my a.i. translator that i’ve been using for half a year is now a german unicorn. that means the startup is now worth a billion euros.
what do i do now? i cleaned up my apartment earlier and then sat on my pony, drove past the ever-growing data center at the power plant, drove past the european central bank, and am now at my mother’s house. today i’m served fries, steak and iceberg salad again. a welcome change from the reheated dishes and ready-made pizzas at home. although i admit i don’t eat much when i’m filling up on red wine, cola, medications and cigarettes. anyway, today it’s time to relax.
yesterday i saw a tiktok with a guy who blasted his whole apartment with dvds and bluerays. everywhere was this media junk. and that reminded me of one of my former best friends. today he is a big shot in some insurance company. and now he’s also a millionaire because he inherited his parents’ house. i was always jealous of him. i always thought he was better than me. but yesterday with the apartment full of dvds and blurays opened my eyes. everyone has dirt on them somewhere.
only not me.
and like the almighty fictional luke skywalker, i hate nothing and no one. no i am far superior to this fictional character.
but that doesn’t mean that i love everything.
no i hate nothing and love little. and if then right. until it passes.
yes i am thoughtful this morning.