Freitag, 30. Dezember 2016


was dem wwittgenstein a priori fehlte
was a  tuesday morning we were at the volley playin pool that much is right
ja schon klaar aber was hat der
das war daniel bannier
juli, was war das
ih gllabih findih niş
regiyolnıh valyalnıh siyıl, rassiyi daljna bıyt uveriyelniy
best legiyon kammandiyr elliot smith

Mittwoch, 21. Dezember 2016

einfach auf dem schlachtfeld zu sterben, sich auf eines zu befinden um den tod zu begegnen leider nicht so einfach im paralel akkord

friedhelm von hause lange weg


see..?.

einfach ist gut


elaboracy causes fuckedupness


rtziiiiiiiii grü


i miss that sixht year so fucking much, just befor it slips tru my fingertips
karanlık içinde parıldayan yeşil bir allozor ve kaancan
trodon
yutaraptor
daylofosorlar aşkına ya zat
tik tak ti tak tik tak schnipp schnapps
ıçıçıçıçıçıçııççııçıçı şıyuvvvvvvvvvvv

Sonntag, 4. Dezember 2016

DAS ENDE

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free, a diversified multi-cultural post-modern deconstructionist, politcally, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.
I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputed and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech lowlife, a state-of-the-art bi-coastal multitasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
I’m new wave, but I’m old school, and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradeble. I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, and from time to time, I’m radioactive.
Behind the 8-ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I have no urge to binge and purge. I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistics missionary. A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom-feeder.
I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot slamdunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up, you can’t dumb me down, ’cause I’m tireless, and I’m wireless. I’m an alpha male on beta blockers.
I’m a non-believer and an overachiever, laid back, but fashion forward, up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance; super size, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I’m a hands-on, footloose, kneejerk headcase, prematurly post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
But I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing, a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on a long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex, I like tough love, I use the F-word in my e-mails, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a minimall, I bought a minivan at a megastore, I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m tollfree, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle.
I’ve been prewashed, precooked, preheated, prescreened, preapproved, postdated, freeze dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride. Drivin’ and movin’, sailin’ and spinin’, jivin’ and groovin’, wailin’ and winnin’. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy, and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin’ in, there ain’t no doubt, and I’m hangin’ tough, over and out.”

Freitag, 2. Dezember 2016

dies seite verbannele av teillele bildere fotzele

endlich wirklich verrückt geworden


see me in a crown

ahtseğnhundartlaydanikhttauseındtsvayundsıvanzsig

let a thousand flowers bloom


.. und wer wollte schon diese im tiefsten winter blühen sehen, is gonna fuckup real hard like a nancy boy in alabama
serra tbh matthews had scored seven verschiedene individuelle baskets on that very day
so green
i d make a greet slythling

kimmi rağyiikonneleee


therza fayaa burning tru my skin, cognitive skillerinizin analarını sikeyim biraraya toplayıp