this christmas with me
Kristian
today is wednesday december 7, 2022. i’m still flat from yesterday. i’m listening to my song this christmas with me. today i have to see my psychologist dr bliss. the name is program. yesterday i was still sitting in the living room in the dark with the christmas tree lit up and listening to the virgins in my head. and one young virgin laughed and said:
a ffmi of 28. that’s as much as arnold schwarzenegger.
and that’s right. i googled that this morning. even though i don’t look like schwarzenegger. at 5 feet 10 inches tall, i weigh 300 pounds. have 40% fat. the rest is muscle mass. but yes an ffmi of 28 is what it is.
my goddess said that the virgins turn everything i write upside down and check it for truth and plausibility.
i have much joy in the virgins.
well, this morning i’m talking to my pregnant psychologist about the fact that my father was a mobster and that’s why the police had me on their radar. and that this is over, since the outbreak of violence at the konstablerwache in frankfurt. and that i have as many muscles in percent as arnold schwarzenegger in his best days.
but i still have to shower, shave and brush my teeth.:)
and now im listening again to malibu by miley cyrus:)
I’d spend the rest of my life just standing here talking
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Beautiful! Those strings!
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permalink Kristian Tue, Dec 6, 2022 @ 1:21 AM
like your voice and your western melodies that give me so much joy since 2008.
but i’m listening to something by the goys now. rock or gypsy music with oriental snake charmer hooks. it has to be, as long as i’m just a mortal.
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permalink Kristian Tue, Dec 6, 2022 @ 1:57 AM
now i hear the goy: miranda lambert- the house that built me.
i heard this in 2017 when i was in my mother’s newly acquired house on the adriatic sea in a small cozy place in croatia. i thought of the two years from 2003 to 2005 that i spent in my parents’ cursed house in offenbach, moving tons of sand and pouring tons of cement to get the house ready for sale, bringing my ffmi from 18 to 28. that still gave me useful services. later on. anyway, i thought of the first virgin who tortured me and ordered me to do all that. just so she could take the place of my goddess. be that as it may. the house where dark things and heinous things happened was sold. before haftbefehl the german rapper with his oriental drug dealers took over the neighborhood where the house stood. my parents made a nice profit. my mother bought the house by the sea. my father, the mobster, financed a cuckoo child in his second spring and finally died because his second love of life finished him off. financially and emotionally. i am not sad about it.
and i heard this song.
there was another song. when i swam in the sea again for the first time in 2018 and felt redeemed i listened to malibu by miley cyrus. and saw the tender advances of the female residents of the seaside town. you have to know that in 2012 after my violent outburst in frankfurt that freed me from the police and the gangs, i later went to the seaside town and was wild and looking for trouble and yelling at people. but no one ever called me to account for it. they just let me be. the man who spent his summers here as a little boy, with his bloody scar on his forehead. anyway in 2018 they sought my proximity because i was quite tame and went to the beach with my mother. but i rejected them.
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today is tuesday 06 december 2022 it’s 9am central european time. i rode my pony from the three miles from frankfurt to offenbach. was shopping and now drinking wine with cola with neuroleptics and valium and smoking more than 2 packs of cigarettes again today for sure. just paid my credit card charges. a few bills for vsts and midis. a few bills for only fans. i cancelled everything again because it’s boring and i don’t see any advantage over my usual pron sites. my christmas tree from amazon came. and it will glow tonight. right now i’m lighting two candles. last week i did my mother’s annual income tax return in 20 minutes and sent it digitally right away. i don’t have to do any myself. i live of welfare thanks to my schizophrenia, my laziness, my incredible musical talent.
yesterday i was watching the succer game between croatia and japan. and i thought of the words of a japanese woman on tiktok, who explained why japanese women speak with a high ch1ldish voice and why they also sound like that in bed. namely to please the japanese men.
i haven’t had a japanese yet. but korean women, philippines. black women. gypsies. italians. russians. czech women. croatian women, german women, oriental women, arabian women. yes, with 150 prost1tutes in the international metropolis of frankfurt, it all adds up.
plus my girlfriends kerstin ricker, denise reso, lidija, claudia, linda. and snacks in between.
this morning i was in rush hour traffic and saw my fellow men all running like in the movie happiness on youtube by steve cutts. and on top of that they are r@ped, abandoned, cheated, be@ten up and murd3red.
this world stinks. this world stinks to high heaven. disgusting and horrible.
but i am not a j3w who said the following on tiktok:
we j3ws do not believe in heaven. heaven is for those who believe in it. we believe in this life and not in heaven. we believe that it cannot be more beautiful than on this earth. only here can we pay homage to our god and worship him. we believe neither in hell nor in heaven. this world is our home.
i wrote my comment on this: if my yahweh had put the shoa on my neck, i would also be very skeptical about heaven.
many others went in the following direction: in heaven there is no money, so they don’t like heaven.
other atheists wrote: we perish like cosmic rat farts in the dust of history and that’s it (happiness by steve cutts:)). well, anyway, not exactly like that were the comments.
the m8slims believe in a heaven in which virgin women stand by them for love services and in hundreds of little und3rage boys who also stand by them in heaven as slaves. and in the fact that they eat as much as they want and that they simply sweat it all out. with their long shaggy beards that protect them from same-s3x love.
the buddhists believe in stroking the fat grinning belly of a bald statue and making a wish so that they will be well in the spirit realm of the dead.
the hinduists believe in reincarnations as cockroaches if you have been bad.
And me?
i sh1t on the love goddess. i sh1t on jesus. i believe in the holy virgin of god. which the love goddess, who is always present in my soul, has allowed me to do.
and this again distinguishes me from the sectarian evangelists and christian j3ws the protestants and anglicans.
i’ll stop now. i can only tell you:
this world stinks. it is only bearable with alcohol and medication and music. mostly my own.
yes i rock this christmas.
a ffmi of 28. that’s as much as arnold schwarzenegger.
and that’s right. i googled that this morning. even though i don’t look like schwarzenegger. at 5 feet 10 inches tall, i weigh 300 pounds. have 40% fat. the rest is muscle mass. but yes an ffmi of 28 is what it is.
my goddess said that the virgins turn everything i write upside down and check it for truth and plausibility.
i have much joy in the virgins.
well, this morning i’m talking to my pregnant psychologist about the fact that my father was a mobster and that’s why the police had me on their radar. and that this is over, since the outbreak of violence at the konstablerwache in frankfurt. and that i have as many muscles in percent as arnold schwarzenegger in his best days.
but i still have to shower, shave and brush my teeth.:)
and now im listening again to malibu by miley cyrus:)
I’d spend the rest of my life just standing here talking
…
Beautiful! Those strings!
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permalink Kristian Tue, Dec 6, 2022 @ 1:21 AM
like your voice and your western melodies that give me so much joy since 2008.
but i’m listening to something by the goys now. rock or gypsy music with oriental snake charmer hooks. it has to be, as long as i’m just a mortal.
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permalink Kristian Tue, Dec 6, 2022 @ 1:57 AM
now i hear the goy: miranda lambert- the house that built me.
i heard this in 2017 when i was in my mother’s newly acquired house on the adriatic sea in a small cozy place in croatia. i thought of the two years from 2003 to 2005 that i spent in my parents’ cursed house in offenbach, moving tons of sand and pouring tons of cement to get the house ready for sale, bringing my ffmi from 18 to 28. that still gave me useful services. later on. anyway, i thought of the first virgin who tortured me and ordered me to do all that. just so she could take the place of my goddess. be that as it may. the house where dark things and heinous things happened was sold. before haftbefehl the german rapper with his oriental drug dealers took over the neighborhood where the house stood. my parents made a nice profit. my mother bought the house by the sea. my father, the mobster, financed a cuckoo child in his second spring and finally died because his second love of life finished him off. financially and emotionally. i am not sad about it.
and i heard this song.
there was another song. when i swam in the sea again for the first time in 2018 and felt redeemed i listened to malibu by miley cyrus. and saw the tender advances of the female residents of the seaside town. you have to know that in 2012 after my violent outburst in frankfurt that freed me from the police and the gangs, i later went to the seaside town and was wild and looking for trouble and yelling at people. but no one ever called me to account for it. they just let me be. the man who spent his summers here as a little boy, with his bloody scar on his forehead. anyway in 2018 they sought my proximity because i was quite tame and went to the beach with my mother. but i rejected them.
…
today is tuesday 06 december 2022 it’s 9am central european time. i rode my pony from the three miles from frankfurt to offenbach. was shopping and now drinking wine with cola with neuroleptics and valium and smoking more than 2 packs of cigarettes again today for sure. just paid my credit card charges. a few bills for vsts and midis. a few bills for only fans. i cancelled everything again because it’s boring and i don’t see any advantage over my usual pron sites. my christmas tree from amazon came. and it will glow tonight. right now i’m lighting two candles. last week i did my mother’s annual income tax return in 20 minutes and sent it digitally right away. i don’t have to do any myself. i live of welfare thanks to my schizophrenia, my laziness, my incredible musical talent.
yesterday i was watching the succer game between croatia and japan. and i thought of the words of a japanese woman on tiktok, who explained why japanese women speak with a high ch1ldish voice and why they also sound like that in bed. namely to please the japanese men.
i haven’t had a japanese yet. but korean women, philippines. black women. gypsies. italians. russians. czech women. croatian women, german women, oriental women, arabian women. yes, with 150 prost1tutes in the international metropolis of frankfurt, it all adds up.
plus my girlfriends kerstin ricker, denise reso, lidija, claudia, linda. and snacks in between.
this morning i was in rush hour traffic and saw my fellow men all running like in the movie happiness on youtube by steve cutts. and on top of that they are r@ped, abandoned, cheated, be@ten up and murd3red.
this world stinks. this world stinks to high heaven. disgusting and horrible.
but i am not a j3w who said the following on tiktok:
we j3ws do not believe in heaven. heaven is for those who believe in it. we believe in this life and not in heaven. we believe that it cannot be more beautiful than on this earth. only here can we pay homage to our god and worship him. we believe neither in hell nor in heaven. this world is our home.
i wrote my comment on this: if my yahweh had put the shoa on my neck, i would also be very skeptical about heaven.
many others went in the following direction: in heaven there is no money, so they don’t like heaven.
other atheists wrote: we perish like cosmic rat farts in the dust of history and that’s it (happiness by steve cutts:)). well, anyway, not exactly like that were the comments.
the m8slims believe in a heaven in which virgin women stand by them for love services and in hundreds of little und3rage boys who also stand by them in heaven as slaves. and in the fact that they eat as much as they want and that they simply sweat it all out. with their long shaggy beards that protect them from same-s3x love.
the buddhists believe in stroking the fat grinning belly of a bald statue and making a wish so that they will be well in the spirit realm of the dead.
the hinduists believe in reincarnations as cockroaches if you have been bad.
And me?
i sh1t on the love goddess. i sh1t on jesus. i believe in the holy virgin of god. which the love goddess, who is always present in my soul, has allowed me to do.
and this again distinguishes me from the sectarian evangelists and christian j3ws the protestants and anglicans.
i’ll stop now. i can only tell you:
this world stinks. it is only bearable with alcohol and medication and music. mostly my own.
yes i rock this christmas.