I am here.
You are there.
Let´s see what happens.
I am here.
You are there.
Let´s see what happens.
Why am I here?
1. I don´t know.
2. Maybe at least to do something. In this world everybody complains about bad people, bad weather, bad politics and the self destruction of mankind. Of course all of it is true but – what can I do about it? Go to demonstrate, go to politics, go to the weather forecast? I´m not a teen anymore so I know I do not change things.
This world is not ruled by politicians, by bankers, by bilderbergs or by god. It is ruled by the static flow of our animal human species, billions and billions of little predators only being able to think about themselves. This is the curse of our conciseness. And the motor of our development. We are like little ants, working on a big thing but nobody knows what thing that is. Some ants even turn the other way around, but who cares? And in the end – who rules the ants?
What is really left from Caesar, Hitler or Einstein? Even Jesus died, as far as I know. So do I lil´ ant really believe I can change something? I´m even older now than Jesus ever got, so what?
Everybody´s life is just a bunch of moments – moments lost in time like tears in the rain.
So I try to keep some of them, for a little while.
3. Maybe to express myself. I think everybody has that wish to do so. Some people talk, some people sing, some people are uploading weird porn from themselves. Communication is actually a one way ticket, it is all about love me, hate me but, hey, please at least fucking realize me! I´m one of that billion ants. I live for this second and I die soon, so see me. I only can see myself, so if you don´t see me, I´m not here, not even for this second.
So, as uploading weird porn from myself is not really my thing, it sounded like a nice idea to make some sort of a blog in the internet. I can say what I want, show what I want and I don´t even have to look into your eyes. I don´t even know if there are any eyes watching this. This is freedom. And as I don´t go for a wall street career any more, I don´t even have to fear that some future boss is googling me just to tell me that he is never ever hiring a crazy bastard like me.
What am I doing here?
1. I don´t know.
2. I don´t have a plan, but I´m planning to show some of my photos, which is a bit of my heart blood. I might write down some things, ideas, stuff that falls out of my mouth before I can swallow it.
And I also will steal things. I´m not that genius and neurotic enough to sit here the whole day producing masterpieces of timeless value. Others did this before, so I might get a collector of some of it, just to keep it a little more in the presence, like some people collect stamps to show the world what wonderful little papers have been created in, let´s say, South-East India, 1932. Well.
To collect things from somewhere is also a kind of expression of yourself (remember?), together the parts will get a whole picture of – what? Me?
As you can see, I will write here mostly in English. Why? Well, first of all I used to sing in a Rock Band and so I am used to use English for it is the language of modern music. And I like it.
Second, it is the international code, not that I am expecting chinese philosophers visiting this site, but it is easy to learn and almost any idiot is able to speak or write it. And at least from my side, my mistakes are not that obvious. So if you find some, keep them and get happy with the feeling that you are a much smarter son of a bitch than I am.
And in the end, talking in a non-native language is also a little hiding yourself. I´m not walking naked in the streets so I also do not go public with all parts of my personality. But
some of it I might not spell in German but I might in English. The real hard stuff I gonna spell in Kiswahili. Next year.
Where do I go to?
So how long will this page exist and how long will I work on it? I guess you are guessing the answer: I don´t know. Maybe I get fanatic about it and I feed it my whole life. Maybe I stop tomorrow. Maybe the internet police will arrest me for using terms out of a book from Raymond Chandler or a movie from Ridley Scott. Maybe my host kicks me out for not paying him anymore or he starts paying me for staying.
Or it will be here for a thousand years. Maybe it is already here since a thousand years.
Do you know the day today?
Bitte, bitte, bitte, verschont mich mit eueren bekackten selfies! Ich kann eure pickeligen Teenagerfressen nicht mehr ertragen, genau so wenig wie glatzköpfige Schweinebauchfressen, die mit einem lausigem Smartphone-Weitwinkel-Objektiv ihre jämmerlichen Visagen ins Netz stellen meinen zu müssen.
Ihr seht scheisse aus! Kapiert´s doch einfach. Nur peinlich.
Sobald man das Web aufschlägt grinsen einen die Deppen an. Grausam!!!!
Fucking facebook habe ich gelöscht, so gut wie möglich, die last gen, also vor 2 Jahren, postete wenigstens nur ihr langweiliges Frühstück, jetzt muss man Millionen von Drecksfressen ertragen, die sich vor der Disse, vorm BMW oder vor Mama´s Weihnachts-fucking-baum ablichten. Zum kotzen! Wer zum Teufel will das sehen! Niemand!
Echt. Niemand. Niemand!
Eure Fressen sind dem Rest der Welt scheissegal!
Show your tits, show your cat or show your fucking sunset in purple in Venice Beach or Siberia.
But don´t ever show me your fucking shit-face! If it is nice, I meet you someday and I will love you till the end of times.
If not. Just leave me the fuck alone!
Hey, a rat, said the cat, in her head.
(As cats can´t speak)
Got to get the red rat.
(Sorry, there are no red rats.)
Got to make the fat rat dead to get her head.
So the cat heads for the rat.
After she had the head of the fat rat the cat said: sad rat, too bad.
Vergessene Phrasen – forgotten phrases
„Spitz wie Nachbars Lumpi“
„Horny like neighbour´s Lumpi“. Doesn´t work in English. It´s not funny, not even nice. But what does it mean? And who is Lumpi?
Lumpi was a Dackel what is translated with dachshund or saussage dog – I´m not kidding – and they were quite popular in Germany from the 50ies to the 70ies. A Dackel is an ugly dog with short legs and a saussage-like body, formerly constructed for foxhuntig. They went down the holes and told the fox to leave, sometimes they got stuck and had to be digged out by the hunters, Wikipedia says their will to education is not very destinctive.
But this was not the reason why people these days liked these dogs. Germans like to command. But after loosing the big war it was not very appropriate to play the big commander in public, actually nobody in this world wanted to see any German giving commands to whatever, not even to the great German sheperd. And as Germans are also very obedient they stopped being masters under the eyes of the allies.
But, as everybody knows, feelings and desires burried deep inside the soul you don´t throw away like a used hankerchief, you need a lifetime therapy to get rid of these bad attitudes – if you´ll ever make it. Anyway, the Germans still needed something to command to. People failed, German sheperds reminded too much of the Nazi stuff, boots of shiny leather in the dark and barking „Sieg Heil“ in front of a concentration camp.
Bad times for the great commanders.
But then came Lumpi. Lumpi is not very German, except for being brown, he´s a little bastard pretending to be the good dog as long his owner is in the house, but as soon he leaves Lumpi jumps on the sofa and doesn´t give a shit. Unfortunately he always forgets to take along his bone jumping of the sofa again when the key turns in the door. So the commander commands again and Lumpi looks so much remorseful through his big sad eyes and everybody is happy again. Lumpi somehow was the psychiatrist of the defeated German mind. Thank you Lumpi. Now what the hell is the big case about Lumpi being horny? First of all being horny is not very German, actually it is not German at all. Che Guevara was sexy, JFK was sexy, Stalin was sexy in his days, Cleopatra, Gandhi and Mao were sexy. But how much sexy was Karl Marx? He looked like a goddamn Taliban! And does anybody think Hitler was sexy? Eva Braun (Eve Brown!) was an invention by Nazi strategics for not telling the people that the Führer is an one-balled virgin who never saw a pair of tits besides his mothers. Or fathers.
Germans are good in poetry, science, technics, they are good workers building cars and tanks but they are not sexy. Actually the only sexy German person in the last thousand years was Claudia Schiffer. But could you imagine her being naked? Or fucking the milkman? She was just perfekt, well, German. That´s all. Not even romantical. When a German gets romantical it ends up in suicide. A sexy German is like a communist from Texas, it simply doesn´t exist. Germans don´t have sex, they produce children.
As being horny is not a very nice habit for a German HIS Lumpi of course can not have it. HIS „good boy“ Lumpi is not wanting to have sex, he is not jumping at the leg of the guests, rubbing his dog penis at their pants and moving his ass back and forth like a little rabbit and finally leaving a spot of ejaculated Lumpi sperm. If there is a horny Lumpi in this world it only can be the son of a bitch from the neighbours.
Germans don´t like neighbours. They don´t trust them. Neighbours are different. They look different, they talk different, they smell different. But as it´s hard to ignore the neighbour so the best you can do is to attack him. If you don´t understand ´m kill ´m. Kill ´m all! As we all know they were not very succesful with that in the end but they tried hard. And as a German is a very obedient student he learned fast that it does not make any sense to try to kill the neighbour so he needed to act a bit more indirectly. And he starts mobbing. But to mob directly is not seen as very nicely and falls right back on you, so better mob the dog. Horny Lumpi = bad dog = bad neighbour = me being a good and honest person in this rotten world.
I admit, these times are gone, the Lumpis today are no Dackels any more, they are Chihuahuas called Paris or Daisy, as Germans too move more and more into this global herd of robots spoiled by television and propaganda from plastic selling major companies. Times are a changing and all you can do is to remember like it was before when things were easier. And hate was cheaper. I have to stop now, it is short after ten and I have to call the police for the asshole family below me again is not able to make their children shut up. And Lumpi: Get the fuck off the couch!