track 86
Kristian
today is still tuesday. now it’s 16:25 central european time. i was beamed away again today. now i’m still drunk, but clearer in the head. if you read through what i wrote today and yesterday in a drunken stupor, you might think, as an indie artist trying to become famous, or as a member of the websites i publish on, that i, kristian, am completely crazy. i have a total sock shot. and the two days of drunkenness go by and people reading this think he’s having a psychotic episode. then i belt out a banger like my last song muse. then i take a break and tiktok shows me a live stream from the psychiatric ward. and i watch it for a while. watch other tiktoks from the psychiatric ward. see these poor souls. think of my last visit to the psychiatrist. think of the two over 40 year old women talking in the waiting room: oh you are out of the ward again. yes, thank god it’s been 6 weeks. and how are you doing now? well, it’s going. and how are you doing? well, it’s going. how long have you been out of the ward? 9 months. what, that long? that’s great. then i wish you good luck.
and i’m sitting next to them. and i think to myself: now you’re over 40 years old and have probably been sick for 20 years, and you still come to the hospital twice a year. because you’re too stupid and incapable of taking the expensive medications that the german government provides you with for free on a regular basis.
that’s what i think to myself and think of my last 17 years in which i was once in the ward.
and i feel like god among ants.
then i write these things in a drunken stupor on various websites. because i am under the more or less controlled influence of neuroleptics, valium and alcohol, it looks like a complete breakdown, for pathetic stoners or pathetic cocaine addicts who read what i spout in a drunken stupor. and while these people read and don’t understand anything and laugh about my alleged nervous breakdown, i suddenly belt out such a godly song like muse.
and i feel like god among ants.
…
today is the 01. october 2022. tuesday. i’m awake since six o’clock central european time. i woke up half asleep fed my touchpad coffee machine, it’s not as g@y as brad pitt’s italian coffee machine, but still touch from the aldi, fed with water and mövenpick the heavenly pure arabica. my vodafone tv receiver makes problems again. i always watch the news for half an hour in the morning. but then it worked. then i drank a liter of pure arabica coffee and listened to snowflake. like a real american dyed magician. and smoked cigarettes. then i took my neuroleptics and lorazepam. and took the cola and red wine and started boozing. hence my ponderous lyric that morning.
i’d probably be a racist if they tied me to the lactose tolerance of the world’s population alone. because i say europeans can tolerate cow’s milk and everyone else can’t. no south americans, no africans, no asians and no aborigines. at least 90% can’t. and my goddess says. the land where milk and honey flow really does exist and you can’t get there if you get diarrhea from milk, because lactose-free milk doesn’t exist there.
but i’ve been rocking my world for four days with a cigan song. with a snake charmer hook that makes any german muslim rap look pretty old. not even the german oriental wilhelminas listen to zigan music. not even the jews listen to zigan music. even they step down, as my experiences with my romanian german jewish former best friend taught me. he was a jew who was a bit of an antiziganist.
and i rock my world with gypsy music. at least from time to time. may have to do with the fact that i was late in the flat rate wh8rehouse once and had to make do with the gypsy girl.
but that is the past and haram.:)))))))))))))))))))))
pipni me tu i tamo i nepitaj!
as you can see i still listen to biser king- dom dom yes yes:)
and now i am a real witcher.
after i let go my sermon of today as a in german colored sorcerer.
the same rule applies as to the marines. no virgin of my goddess is left behind.
f@ck you all.:)))))))))))))))))
…
today is monday, october 31, 2022. i got up at half past five central european time. i’m drinking my coffee from mövenpick “the heavenly” pure arabica. and smoking cigarettes. first i watched the news. in overpopulated asia, all hell is breaking loose again. in south korea, people have trampled over each other. in india, a hundred-year-old british bridge has collapsed. one day after the renovation of the bridge was approved by the authorities. 300 dead altogether. winter time, which has just started in europe, is to be abolished again and summer time is to apply all year round. that would be quite good for central europe, but for the french it would then only get light in winter at ten o’clock in the morning, while for the poles it would already get dark at half past two in the afternoon.:) somewhere hidden in my news aggregator i read that somewhere in germany water has to be saved again, because despite autumn it didn’t rain enough. well then i checked my emails, nothing special. then i checked spotify and yes it’s probably so, the indian girls from the clickfarm, were probably not my fans after all and clicked my songs only because of one dollar a day. anyway, now i have only 100 listeners instead of 2000. then i checked jamendo and the intern there commented my biography with a song title of mine again. on ccmixter i got a like from a french artist. since we talked publicly on ccmixter in french, we liken each other’s songs.
nothing new.
now i remember the time when i spent my time hanging out with the good-for-nothings i knew from my school days. 12 years ago. with them i met the creepiest german girls you can imagine. real german wilhelminas only colored by the current conditions like the immense share of north african and oriental arm candy in offenbach. how do i get now on these offenbach german oriental man-women who can’t deny what they are despite all the makeup?
i’m listening to a song of mine right now. a remix with the american artist snowflake. and just as her name suggests, her art is a delicate blossom. with music like this, the german offenbach oriental-tinged man-women only let only let themselves fart loudly.
i myself have only had girlfriends here in offenbach from the catholic girls school here and from the suburbs of offenbach.
like kerstin ricker or denise reso. but they all flew away to the stars. what’s left in offenbach isn’t the creme de la creme. on the contrary.
now i hear waiting in the garden 84 mix ft. snowflake from me.:)
and already i have to smile again, impressed by myself.:)
and now i go to the supermarket and get 2 bottles of wine, pepsi, a bigpack no name cigarettes and crunchchips. and before i do that i take my neuroleptics and lorazepam. because without these ingredients the wine cola mix wouldn’t beam me away star trek style.
today i drink to the tender street fighting man women in offenbach and dream of tender american blossoms like snowflake, sackjo22 or even calendargirl.
comment on this, dear annoying jamendo intern.
she will probably like my song fool, as she often does in appreciation.:)))))))))))
now the young people wonder, how can the old sack, talk about attractiveness and such things, when he is already with 45 years with one leg in the coffin?
well my father has started with 45 in croatia still a new life as a stupid mafiosi to be exploited. because of this fact I have 22 years ago had good problems with the then criminal police fools here in offenbach and frankfurt. but that has subsided and since the incident on the konstablerwache ten years ago, the state mafiosi leave me completely alone. well, my father also found the second love of his life at that age. a golddigger who gave him a cuckoo’s child in the end.
dear generation z and alpha: you never know when the constant thorn of love picks you in the @ss. but before that i am safe here in offenbach for the reasons explained above…:)
…
i was in the supermarket half an hour ago. on the way there, i saw a tender but tough adult roommate of my house who i have known since she was a child. she goes early in the morning, unlike her brother and her parents, to her everyday necessities, probably vocational school. she smiled at me and makes me forget about the oriental-tinged german wilhelminas who listen to haftbefehl, who are so out with their favorite music. anyway, the young oriental woman smiled at me shyly and i pray that her oriental aggressive father, who drives an 80,000 dollar mercedes suv and lives in a small apartment with his family is not reading this.
in any case, i walked past the arbeiterstrich the pub in front of which now at nine o’clock in the morning only the zigan sits and with his jewish hat ensures orderly conditions in front of the pub and like seraph from matrix guards the entrance door.
this makes me want to listen to the bulgarian, turkish zigan music again with its snake charmer hook.
today i rock myself again with this song:
biser king: dom dom yes yes
:)))))
…
i didn’t tell you that one of my comments on tiktok went a bit viral. i already have 500 likes and more. there’s even a plagiarism of my comment already.
i wrote under a tiktok about the german muslim rapper xatar who robbed a money truck and now got a movie about himself and had to experience a lot of racism:
end opponent wario.
and it seems that many of the generation z know wario. would not have thought it.
cerny bmw i audi i mercedes. obezstavam. obesztavam.
domdom yes yes…:))))
Pipni me tuk i tam pimni navsqkade me pipai i ne pitai kakvo pravq v tvoeto leglo [x2]
pipni me tu i tamo pipni me posvuda i nepitaj:))))
and i’m sitting next to them. and i think to myself: now you’re over 40 years old and have probably been sick for 20 years, and you still come to the hospital twice a year. because you’re too stupid and incapable of taking the expensive medications that the german government provides you with for free on a regular basis.
that’s what i think to myself and think of my last 17 years in which i was once in the ward.
and i feel like god among ants.
then i write these things in a drunken stupor on various websites. because i am under the more or less controlled influence of neuroleptics, valium and alcohol, it looks like a complete breakdown, for pathetic stoners or pathetic cocaine addicts who read what i spout in a drunken stupor. and while these people read and don’t understand anything and laugh about my alleged nervous breakdown, i suddenly belt out such a godly song like muse.
and i feel like god among ants.
…
today is the 01. october 2022. tuesday. i’m awake since six o’clock central european time. i woke up half asleep fed my touchpad coffee machine, it’s not as g@y as brad pitt’s italian coffee machine, but still touch from the aldi, fed with water and mövenpick the heavenly pure arabica. my vodafone tv receiver makes problems again. i always watch the news for half an hour in the morning. but then it worked. then i drank a liter of pure arabica coffee and listened to snowflake. like a real american dyed magician. and smoked cigarettes. then i took my neuroleptics and lorazepam. and took the cola and red wine and started boozing. hence my ponderous lyric that morning.
i’d probably be a racist if they tied me to the lactose tolerance of the world’s population alone. because i say europeans can tolerate cow’s milk and everyone else can’t. no south americans, no africans, no asians and no aborigines. at least 90% can’t. and my goddess says. the land where milk and honey flow really does exist and you can’t get there if you get diarrhea from milk, because lactose-free milk doesn’t exist there.
but i’ve been rocking my world for four days with a cigan song. with a snake charmer hook that makes any german muslim rap look pretty old. not even the german oriental wilhelminas listen to zigan music. not even the jews listen to zigan music. even they step down, as my experiences with my romanian german jewish former best friend taught me. he was a jew who was a bit of an antiziganist.
and i rock my world with gypsy music. at least from time to time. may have to do with the fact that i was late in the flat rate wh8rehouse once and had to make do with the gypsy girl.
but that is the past and haram.:)))))))))))))))))))))
pipni me tu i tamo i nepitaj!
as you can see i still listen to biser king- dom dom yes yes:)
and now i am a real witcher.
after i let go my sermon of today as a in german colored sorcerer.
the same rule applies as to the marines. no virgin of my goddess is left behind.
f@ck you all.:)))))))))))))))))
…
today is monday, october 31, 2022. i got up at half past five central european time. i’m drinking my coffee from mövenpick “the heavenly” pure arabica. and smoking cigarettes. first i watched the news. in overpopulated asia, all hell is breaking loose again. in south korea, people have trampled over each other. in india, a hundred-year-old british bridge has collapsed. one day after the renovation of the bridge was approved by the authorities. 300 dead altogether. winter time, which has just started in europe, is to be abolished again and summer time is to apply all year round. that would be quite good for central europe, but for the french it would then only get light in winter at ten o’clock in the morning, while for the poles it would already get dark at half past two in the afternoon.:) somewhere hidden in my news aggregator i read that somewhere in germany water has to be saved again, because despite autumn it didn’t rain enough. well then i checked my emails, nothing special. then i checked spotify and yes it’s probably so, the indian girls from the clickfarm, were probably not my fans after all and clicked my songs only because of one dollar a day. anyway, now i have only 100 listeners instead of 2000. then i checked jamendo and the intern there commented my biography with a song title of mine again. on ccmixter i got a like from a french artist. since we talked publicly on ccmixter in french, we liken each other’s songs.
nothing new.
now i remember the time when i spent my time hanging out with the good-for-nothings i knew from my school days. 12 years ago. with them i met the creepiest german girls you can imagine. real german wilhelminas only colored by the current conditions like the immense share of north african and oriental arm candy in offenbach. how do i get now on these offenbach german oriental man-women who can’t deny what they are despite all the makeup?
i’m listening to a song of mine right now. a remix with the american artist snowflake. and just as her name suggests, her art is a delicate blossom. with music like this, the german offenbach oriental-tinged man-women only let only let themselves fart loudly.
i myself have only had girlfriends here in offenbach from the catholic girls school here and from the suburbs of offenbach.
like kerstin ricker or denise reso. but they all flew away to the stars. what’s left in offenbach isn’t the creme de la creme. on the contrary.
now i hear waiting in the garden 84 mix ft. snowflake from me.:)
and already i have to smile again, impressed by myself.:)
and now i go to the supermarket and get 2 bottles of wine, pepsi, a bigpack no name cigarettes and crunchchips. and before i do that i take my neuroleptics and lorazepam. because without these ingredients the wine cola mix wouldn’t beam me away star trek style.
today i drink to the tender street fighting man women in offenbach and dream of tender american blossoms like snowflake, sackjo22 or even calendargirl.
comment on this, dear annoying jamendo intern.
she will probably like my song fool, as she often does in appreciation.:)))))))))))
now the young people wonder, how can the old sack, talk about attractiveness and such things, when he is already with 45 years with one leg in the coffin?
well my father has started with 45 in croatia still a new life as a stupid mafiosi to be exploited. because of this fact I have 22 years ago had good problems with the then criminal police fools here in offenbach and frankfurt. but that has subsided and since the incident on the konstablerwache ten years ago, the state mafiosi leave me completely alone. well, my father also found the second love of his life at that age. a golddigger who gave him a cuckoo’s child in the end.
dear generation z and alpha: you never know when the constant thorn of love picks you in the @ss. but before that i am safe here in offenbach for the reasons explained above…:)
…
i was in the supermarket half an hour ago. on the way there, i saw a tender but tough adult roommate of my house who i have known since she was a child. she goes early in the morning, unlike her brother and her parents, to her everyday necessities, probably vocational school. she smiled at me and makes me forget about the oriental-tinged german wilhelminas who listen to haftbefehl, who are so out with their favorite music. anyway, the young oriental woman smiled at me shyly and i pray that her oriental aggressive father, who drives an 80,000 dollar mercedes suv and lives in a small apartment with his family is not reading this.
in any case, i walked past the arbeiterstrich the pub in front of which now at nine o’clock in the morning only the zigan sits and with his jewish hat ensures orderly conditions in front of the pub and like seraph from matrix guards the entrance door.
this makes me want to listen to the bulgarian, turkish zigan music again with its snake charmer hook.
today i rock myself again with this song:
biser king: dom dom yes yes
:)))))
…
i didn’t tell you that one of my comments on tiktok went a bit viral. i already have 500 likes and more. there’s even a plagiarism of my comment already.
i wrote under a tiktok about the german muslim rapper xatar who robbed a money truck and now got a movie about himself and had to experience a lot of racism:
end opponent wario.
and it seems that many of the generation z know wario. would not have thought it.
cerny bmw i audi i mercedes. obezstavam. obesztavam.
domdom yes yes…:))))
Pipni me tuk i tam pimni navsqkade me pipai i ne pitai kakvo pravq v tvoeto leglo [x2]
pipni me tu i tamo pipni me posvuda i nepitaj:))))