coffee and lullabies
Kristian
i was just on tiktok and made the best comment of my life. albeit on a subject that is not very popular these days:
the tiktok featured the most wanted german citizens, according to the german fbi the bka:
on the first two places two members of an arab clan from berlin. on the third place jan marsalek (wirecard). and on the remaining seven places arab and pakistani, albanian and chechen names.
and as it is in this dark corner of tiktok, which is not covered and illuminated by the lgbtqi+ rainbows of this world, there were comments like: not one müller, schulze or mayer among the criminals.
i could not let that sit on me and wrote:
among all the m8slim egg thieves, one jan. and he stole as much as the gross domestic product of the remmo clan’s home country, the lebanon.
this little story could also be a metaphor for my current housing situation here in the neighborhood where i live.:)
ich höre noch immer fourty - doch du fehlst.
…
today is one day before christmas eve. it is now half past nine in the morning in central europe.
it was clear that i would be cursed if i put video recordings of my equipment on the net. so that today’s remix sounds like sh1t and yesterday’s sounds totally misshapen. but as it goes with curses, that will soon be gone again. all by itself, without me having to heat and boil spiders and rats and virgin bl8od.
it’s just good that i’ve brought my body to a ffmi of 29 (dwayne the rock steroids johnson has a ffmi of 26). otherwise i’d be sitting in a wheelchair with all the curses that rain down on me every day. but the enormous muscles of my body not only strengthen my organism but also my heart, as my doctor once said to me. and i think that maybe that’s why i’ll live to be 85, despite 4 to 6 bottles of wine a week and two cartons of cigarettes a week.
anyway, the remix here is made with the chords of the winner takes it all by abba. a boomer song. but a good one. i started the remix yesterday with fourty’s - “doch du fehlst”. he only has two chords in the whole song. and that sounded especially sh1tty. and i leave the pop song by fourty, which i will listen to later by the way, to the younger generation. the generation that, thanks to hormone surges in the club, sell their b8tts on the disco toilet for a line of speed.
no i’m already 45. and there you just make softly bubbling pop songs and tell about the cruelest and most horrible things in the song description that you have experienced in the course of your life. and because that has taken you so much you just make softly bubbling pop music with beautiful singers. because i’m not a barking dog, i write everything in small letters and talk about the adventures that a stray black cat has.
because as confucius said:
a dog is a man’s best friend, but a cat will never rat you out to the cops.
…
and what does a black tomcat that is already in his middle years experience? (the soundtrack to the following is fourtys - doch du fehlst, that’s what the witch listens to in secret who cursed my equipment over the videos and smiles because i caught her)…
he washes himself only once a week before he goes to visit his mother. and that was five days ago now. he smells like stale cigarette smoke and other smells. he puts on his black jacket over the jogging clothes he’s been wearing and sleeping in for 5 days now. before you wrinkle your nose now:
there is another wisdom from confucius:
a cat never stinks, never. no matter what it does.
anyway, i go into the norma supermarket and come through the entrance and look to the left 10 yards away and see that the cashier in her hijab lifts her head and looks me straight in the eye although she has 5 customers in the queue and has to collect. anyway, i go in. leave the bread on the right and turn left to the soft drinks, take two colas go on to the chips and take a pack of crunchchips. go on and see an old non player character standing frozen in front of the candy shelf and has apparently forgotten how to move. a glitch. i walk past an old woman of another npc who slowly pushes her shopping cart. i go to wine and take two bottles. turn around and the queen of the supermarket at the checkout has already checked everyone out and is waiting for me. i put my purchases on the conveyor belt. press the touchpad of the cigarette machine to pull out 30 no name cigarettes in a pack. she happily says good morning in her hijab without looking at me. i don’t look at her. my colas, my wine, my chips and my cigarettes pass her. she doesn’t say how much it costs. she just asks: card? i say yes. we haven’t looked at each other all this time and now we look at each other i smile she smiles and says. happy holidays!. i say goodbye. and walk out into the dreary gray winter day.
in a tiktok i saw that in the sunniest areas of germany there is less sunshine per year than in the darkest areas of america.
the tiktok featured the most wanted german citizens, according to the german fbi the bka:
on the first two places two members of an arab clan from berlin. on the third place jan marsalek (wirecard). and on the remaining seven places arab and pakistani, albanian and chechen names.
and as it is in this dark corner of tiktok, which is not covered and illuminated by the lgbtqi+ rainbows of this world, there were comments like: not one müller, schulze or mayer among the criminals.
i could not let that sit on me and wrote:
among all the m8slim egg thieves, one jan. and he stole as much as the gross domestic product of the remmo clan’s home country, the lebanon.
this little story could also be a metaphor for my current housing situation here in the neighborhood where i live.:)
ich höre noch immer fourty - doch du fehlst.
…
today is one day before christmas eve. it is now half past nine in the morning in central europe.
it was clear that i would be cursed if i put video recordings of my equipment on the net. so that today’s remix sounds like sh1t and yesterday’s sounds totally misshapen. but as it goes with curses, that will soon be gone again. all by itself, without me having to heat and boil spiders and rats and virgin bl8od.
it’s just good that i’ve brought my body to a ffmi of 29 (dwayne the rock steroids johnson has a ffmi of 26). otherwise i’d be sitting in a wheelchair with all the curses that rain down on me every day. but the enormous muscles of my body not only strengthen my organism but also my heart, as my doctor once said to me. and i think that maybe that’s why i’ll live to be 85, despite 4 to 6 bottles of wine a week and two cartons of cigarettes a week.
anyway, the remix here is made with the chords of the winner takes it all by abba. a boomer song. but a good one. i started the remix yesterday with fourty’s - “doch du fehlst”. he only has two chords in the whole song. and that sounded especially sh1tty. and i leave the pop song by fourty, which i will listen to later by the way, to the younger generation. the generation that, thanks to hormone surges in the club, sell their b8tts on the disco toilet for a line of speed.
no i’m already 45. and there you just make softly bubbling pop songs and tell about the cruelest and most horrible things in the song description that you have experienced in the course of your life. and because that has taken you so much you just make softly bubbling pop music with beautiful singers. because i’m not a barking dog, i write everything in small letters and talk about the adventures that a stray black cat has.
because as confucius said:
a dog is a man’s best friend, but a cat will never rat you out to the cops.
…
and what does a black tomcat that is already in his middle years experience? (the soundtrack to the following is fourtys - doch du fehlst, that’s what the witch listens to in secret who cursed my equipment over the videos and smiles because i caught her)…
he washes himself only once a week before he goes to visit his mother. and that was five days ago now. he smells like stale cigarette smoke and other smells. he puts on his black jacket over the jogging clothes he’s been wearing and sleeping in for 5 days now. before you wrinkle your nose now:
there is another wisdom from confucius:
a cat never stinks, never. no matter what it does.
anyway, i go into the norma supermarket and come through the entrance and look to the left 10 yards away and see that the cashier in her hijab lifts her head and looks me straight in the eye although she has 5 customers in the queue and has to collect. anyway, i go in. leave the bread on the right and turn left to the soft drinks, take two colas go on to the chips and take a pack of crunchchips. go on and see an old non player character standing frozen in front of the candy shelf and has apparently forgotten how to move. a glitch. i walk past an old woman of another npc who slowly pushes her shopping cart. i go to wine and take two bottles. turn around and the queen of the supermarket at the checkout has already checked everyone out and is waiting for me. i put my purchases on the conveyor belt. press the touchpad of the cigarette machine to pull out 30 no name cigarettes in a pack. she happily says good morning in her hijab without looking at me. i don’t look at her. my colas, my wine, my chips and my cigarettes pass her. she doesn’t say how much it costs. she just asks: card? i say yes. we haven’t looked at each other all this time and now we look at each other i smile she smiles and says. happy holidays!. i say goodbye. and walk out into the dreary gray winter day.
in a tiktok i saw that in the sunniest areas of germany there is less sunshine per year than in the darkest areas of america.