supersonicwhispers
Kristian
today is sunday, october 23, 2022. it’s 1:38 p.m. central european time. that’s 4:30 a.m. california time. at noon, which is 3 a.m. in california, i ate pork schnitzel with cream sauce and mushrooms and french fries and iceberg lettuce. then i lay down for an hour and listened to the first seasons of the big bang theory with my eyes closed. then i went into the kitchen and ate tiramisu for dessert. oh yeah i’ve been at my mom’s in frankfurt since 11am central european time. now i’ve moved into the kitchen with the laptop and everything and i’m about to upload the remix i made at 9am in offenbach in my apartment in offenbach.
i can hardly move i tell you.
what can i say about the remix. it’s made with four different chord progressions from famous hits and i pulled out some midis and i still had the remix with snowflake from yesterday. anyway, this morning another song came out.
yes that’s it for now.
…
today is friday, october 21, 2022. i woke up this morning to my dripping faucet and a full bladder. at 5 central european time. then i went back to sleep because i went to sleep at midnight last night. i was still working on a song. and then at 7:30 in the morning, i woke up to the slamming doors of the oriental children who go to school. why do they slam the doors like that? because they don’t have apartment keys and the doors are security doors that only close with a key or with violence. and unlike the europeans, the orientals slam the doors several times with violence, even those who have a key. anyway, i was awake.
i completely reworked yesterday’s remix. i was still under the influence of yesterday’s realization. the recurring realization that i hear voices on the balcony or through the open windows. and only from self-confident young women who are all in love with me. and they talk about me. not with me. virgins of my goddess. if the first virgin starts to exert pressure again and talks to me, she is interrupted by my goddess who then talks to me. my goddess is the only one who talks directly to me. and not all day long but rather rarely.
i’m probably the only person in the world who has a god and says to her, i love you, like a boy loves a girl. and i get the answer, i love you too. and i don’t stand directly under my god like other religion founders, but apart from everything. i’m not stronger than the virgins, not stronger than my god, but i stand by the fact that i’m her man above all things and apart from everything.
and now all the figures who are so on these pages around, read through this. maybe a recruiter who has seen my profile on monster.de and understands nothing, except for the fact that he now turns to his work wife and tells her, he is crazy, let’s look for other work drones. and at the end of the day he has spent with his work wife or husband, tired in his middle class car rises, is worried about the fuel consumption of his imagemobile. stuck in a traffic jam for 2 hours until he parks in the suburbs of the taunus (a hill away from frankfurt) in his garage of his family home at 9 p.m. and has only 7 hours to relax, sleep and get up at 6 a.m. the next day. he greets his wife and asks about the kids. how was it? as usual! and he thinks to himself, while remembering that he overheard his wife defecating this morning and smelled the odor afterwards, if only she knew that i’m hot for my average looking work wife and afraid of my boss. he eats something, watches tv until 11 and goes to sleep. no today he doesn’t feel like the old cow he’s been rolling over for 17 years more and more rarely before going to bed.
yes, i like to be called crazy by someone like that.
or the staff of the websites i publish this on, all of them dreaming of the big breakthrough, dreaming of a huge record deal, dreaming of insane streaming clicks on the different platforms. of tours. of media prizes etc..
but all of them forget that for their success poor indians, filipinas, bangladeshis live in rotten rooms in front of a cheap wooden construction on which 50 old and cheap cell phones are set up for each working slave, on which the working slaves who privately only listen to asian snake charmer music have to liken the songs, the instagram pictures and whatever else the label in europe or the usa the asian clickfarm paid for.
and these people on these websites where i publish this text, taste the pale flavor of the popstars of today, who have insane views on youtube, spotify etc, but whose music they never hear on the street or from any strangers they meet.
but they swallow the toad and don’t think about the clickfarm labor slaves from asia, who privately only listen to asian snake charmer music, who click the songs millions of times in the charts. and are just a bit surprised that the average people they call their friends and have nothing to do with the music industry, are only annoyed by the stories of the stars that only those know who are illusionary professional about it.
oh you worms…
i can hardly move i tell you.
what can i say about the remix. it’s made with four different chord progressions from famous hits and i pulled out some midis and i still had the remix with snowflake from yesterday. anyway, this morning another song came out.
yes that’s it for now.
…
today is friday, october 21, 2022. i woke up this morning to my dripping faucet and a full bladder. at 5 central european time. then i went back to sleep because i went to sleep at midnight last night. i was still working on a song. and then at 7:30 in the morning, i woke up to the slamming doors of the oriental children who go to school. why do they slam the doors like that? because they don’t have apartment keys and the doors are security doors that only close with a key or with violence. and unlike the europeans, the orientals slam the doors several times with violence, even those who have a key. anyway, i was awake.
i completely reworked yesterday’s remix. i was still under the influence of yesterday’s realization. the recurring realization that i hear voices on the balcony or through the open windows. and only from self-confident young women who are all in love with me. and they talk about me. not with me. virgins of my goddess. if the first virgin starts to exert pressure again and talks to me, she is interrupted by my goddess who then talks to me. my goddess is the only one who talks directly to me. and not all day long but rather rarely.
i’m probably the only person in the world who has a god and says to her, i love you, like a boy loves a girl. and i get the answer, i love you too. and i don’t stand directly under my god like other religion founders, but apart from everything. i’m not stronger than the virgins, not stronger than my god, but i stand by the fact that i’m her man above all things and apart from everything.
and now all the figures who are so on these pages around, read through this. maybe a recruiter who has seen my profile on monster.de and understands nothing, except for the fact that he now turns to his work wife and tells her, he is crazy, let’s look for other work drones. and at the end of the day he has spent with his work wife or husband, tired in his middle class car rises, is worried about the fuel consumption of his imagemobile. stuck in a traffic jam for 2 hours until he parks in the suburbs of the taunus (a hill away from frankfurt) in his garage of his family home at 9 p.m. and has only 7 hours to relax, sleep and get up at 6 a.m. the next day. he greets his wife and asks about the kids. how was it? as usual! and he thinks to himself, while remembering that he overheard his wife defecating this morning and smelled the odor afterwards, if only she knew that i’m hot for my average looking work wife and afraid of my boss. he eats something, watches tv until 11 and goes to sleep. no today he doesn’t feel like the old cow he’s been rolling over for 17 years more and more rarely before going to bed.
yes, i like to be called crazy by someone like that.
or the staff of the websites i publish this on, all of them dreaming of the big breakthrough, dreaming of a huge record deal, dreaming of insane streaming clicks on the different platforms. of tours. of media prizes etc..
but all of them forget that for their success poor indians, filipinas, bangladeshis live in rotten rooms in front of a cheap wooden construction on which 50 old and cheap cell phones are set up for each working slave, on which the working slaves who privately only listen to asian snake charmer music have to liken the songs, the instagram pictures and whatever else the label in europe or the usa the asian clickfarm paid for.
and these people on these websites where i publish this text, taste the pale flavor of the popstars of today, who have insane views on youtube, spotify etc, but whose music they never hear on the street or from any strangers they meet.
but they swallow the toad and don’t think about the clickfarm labor slaves from asia, who privately only listen to asian snake charmer music, who click the songs millions of times in the charts. and are just a bit surprised that the average people they call their friends and have nothing to do with the music industry, are only annoyed by the stories of the stars that only those know who are illusionary professional about it.
oh you worms…