afterhours
Kristian
it’s july 22nd 2022. it’s friday and it’s 8:30 in the morning. after my 5km walk now, i go to the supermarket and buy two bottles of wine a can of pringles and a bigpack of cigarettes. then i drink the wine, smoke and eat the chips in the morning, write crazy stuff here on this site, aided by the mixture of heavy pills and alcohol, fool around until one o’clock in the afternoon, then lie down for an hour. and maybe make a new song later. it looks like it’s going to be a successful day.
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just now a police car drove by under my balcony. and stopped with sirens and blue lights in front of the supermarket where i was shopping this morning.
you have to know i’m paranoid schizophrenic. paranoia that is. and while i was shopping this morning i noticed the slightly smaller than me muscular guy who was behind me in the queue. and while the cashier held on to my cola bottles until my girocard initiated the payment, she then released them.
and i was now sitting at home wondering about this situation because i am an animal and smell danger.
be that as it may. now the police are coming and the supermarket detective has found a new victim.
it’s not just that the righteous muslims curse everything that isn’t halal and then i buy that, no the roma (gypsies) who live next to the backyard mosque like to go shopping in bathrobes and don’t like to pay for all the things they take. hence the detective today. the store is humming. but there is a lot of shrinkage.
and now well the police taking someone away for shoplifting.
the detective who strained my animalistic schizophrenic paranoid senses was there because of that.
just a day in my life. i have to remix a song because i feel like it.
key of f#minor
…
just now a police car drove by under my balcony. and stopped with sirens and blue lights in front of the supermarket where i was shopping this morning.
you have to know i’m paranoid schizophrenic. paranoia that is. and while i was shopping this morning i noticed the slightly smaller than me muscular guy who was behind me in the queue. and while the cashier held on to my cola bottles until my girocard initiated the payment, she then released them.
and i was now sitting at home wondering about this situation because i am an animal and smell danger.
be that as it may. now the police are coming and the supermarket detective has found a new victim.
it’s not just that the righteous muslims curse everything that isn’t halal and then i buy that, no the roma (gypsies) who live next to the backyard mosque like to go shopping in bathrobes and don’t like to pay for all the things they take. hence the detective today. the store is humming. but there is a lot of shrinkage.
and now well the police taking someone away for shoplifting.
the detective who strained my animalistic schizophrenic paranoid senses was there because of that.
just a day in my life. i have to remix a song because i feel like it.
key of f#minor