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New years in berlin was crazy but the weather wasn't as bad as you've heard. scattered clouds and scattered snow showers. I was in an old suit that didnt go with that kind of weather so I had a dinner with the elves, shrooms in a million ways. Later when the scattered puff balls started teaming up on me gathering their crazy white armies I dodged through a keyhole and found myself floating among queens and caterpillars pierced, shaved in suits and naked all engaged in strange tribal rituals. I tried to get myself together but an inner explosion had spread me all across the world and parts of me had already been sold as tokens of love to the freaks. I found my hearrt in a speaker and danced till I was dry. I went for a walk and found an oasis with a spring guarded by a serpent. Hissing and spitting it rose like a tower in front of me, I had to give into its evil or die in the desert. I walked the beaten path back to the carnival, a little more viscious I wondered how I should spill it. aboard all greedy plans ! the light has taken you enemy ! everything is melting ! light and sound merged into a gigantic hammer that started smashing everything, splinters, people, andy warhole with a digital camcorder and a pair of tv-glasses wass hurled up into the air robbed of their gravity like a trailer park in a tornado. I couldn'tt tell wether I was in or out and I couldn't tell the difference between the words being screamed and the neon letters written all over the walls blinking to a steady beat. I sat down in the middle of it all and waited for the flush. It never came and the shit kept piling up which was fine with me 'cos I was a fly that night
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Back from hamburg. had a great time. bars cafes and what not. bzzzzzz bees too and something in the air..... I try to put my finger on it but it is oh so slippery. People, people in susannestrasse the drugdealers the strange man who asks for mark and buys candy. 'Withdrawel oh so strong, little candy man please relieve me' He thanks the little man his hands now full of pastel colors he touches his dirty white cap and walks on down the street. I saw it from under a tree one night on susannestrasse. Candy pity. People like him, time told tales again and again on their faces while the fat man was watching. he is always watching, you know. green in these parts is the danger color. he is especially looking for this color. Little gets past sometimes he even moves to make sure. While the little black bees brings thepollen to the people. The fat man is the queen. Scarpovino, a shine and a buzz please. Ahmed is waiting and im hungry. everything is fresh, my stomach can't wait anymore. zucinni, man and let me smell the tomatos. lets go inside we need to get fed before the bar hour. The bar hours. The hours that stretches the longest on susannestrasse behind the thich red curtains in the magic theaters in the the smoke of people who came to evaporate and now find company under persian lampshades. They all seem to come straight from hell. It plays every night in the occupid zone where Dante burns time and again. Every night the stage catches fire every night the people leave with their hair scorched, now sticking out from their head like melted plastic sculptures if not completely lost. Hissing and spitting these people now wander up and down susannestrasse looking to evaporate. A pirate is hanging on the corner across from israelis. A comedy pirate on every pirates quest for gold. Dont let him fool you just let him make you smile f rom where I am entertainment is still free
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fall of summer and coming of the winter and partly all the crippled people that are hanging on by the very last beat of the heartdrum around here. The downside side of cheap rent as they call it in the real estate business. All the poor suckers who by a cruel twist of fate got drafted for human dog shit service that I
pass everyday here. They are either howling for pennies or filling themselves with more shit.
sometimes the air gets too fetid and the state sends out their dog shit patrol in green uniforms and white gloves armed with plastic bags and poober scoobers. For a while the air is fresh and the dog shit isnt any longer hanging on to peoples shoes but slowly it
starts leaking again, new draftees are infected, old shit is back on the street as foul as it ever was. In some areas blue light is installed in stairways and other lit shelters as it is believed to have a dogshit repellent property. wether or not it does is pretty fucking irrelevant as nobody cares if they in the dog shit on one side of the street or the other.
What is fucking relevant however is why these people have such a strong urge for such a short peek into the garden of eden that theyexpose themselves to such a
long a terrible fall from grace that sends them
straight through the socalled sphere of normailty� that we live in� and on down to hell. and if they think it is only the fault of a bunch of black guys in the corner in ski jackets
pushing the dog food I d say they are pretty far off the mark. I wouldnt credit these guys straight out of africa with such marketing skill. All this however is nothing new. it has been going for long time and it will go on for a long time, at least untill the dog learns that scrathing itself only gives temporary relief and learns that the only cure is good long bath. well, dog is god spelled backwards and where it lifts its legs surely is less mysterious than the ways
of the ladder. just too bad that the light from the unfortunate lightpole doesnt let it see that when it shits the shit immediately starts breeding on its own.
Maybe then the dog would change diet and behaviour and stop being a dog altogether. Because afterall those are the two things that makes us all.
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