in peace (swift mix)
Kristian
today is november 18, 2022. after i walked into the supermarket this morning with my ffmi of 28, with my, my psychologist dr bliss flashing face and the clothes i’ve been running around the apartment in since wednesday and also sleeping, i bought two bottles of wine, two coke zero, crunchchips, and a big pack of no name cigarettes. and the cashier held her hand in front of her mouth and nose. why? because i was walking through the rain and i got wet and the whole musty smell of stale cigarette smoke and unwashed body odor made itself known. what kind of smell is that? imagine a fat black tomcat living in a smoker’s apartment that is rarely aired now in the winter and whose fur gets wet. but as everyone knows, tomcats don’t stink no matter what. at least not as bad as dogs that get wet.
and after spending today drunk in front of the computer and tablet (tiktok), i thought i would try autotune on a vocal by snowflake. i still had that romantic pop dance beat from yesterday. and i went on ccmixter, got attacked by a hacker again according to my internet protection and grabbed dream by snowflake, which is b minor according to the online key finder. my beat from yesterday with the chords of taylor swifts you are on your own is in c major. so i fired up autotune and now it’s done.
yes a successful day.
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today is november 17, 2022. it’s 12:30 at noon central european time. i’m smoking my 20th cigarette and have eaten whole grain toast with chili cream cheese and black forest ham and had milk for breakfast. i tried to make music but only shit came out. and then i watched tiktok. and after the hundredth video of a mother or father picking up his toddler from kindergarten for the first time, i now listen to paloma faith- only love can hurt like this slowed down version. because the tearful tiktoks are underpinned with this chorus. and that’s how banal videos become little masterpieces. as always on tiktok.
i was on ccmixter a few times earlier. and i was attacked by a hacker according to my internet protection.
well. what can i say? now i’m sitting there in my apartment with my ffmi of 28, a face that flashes my good looking psychologist in cheap selfies. i’m like a bmw x6 that sits in some garage. and isn’t driven. and when i go to a prost1tute, she immediately falls in love with me. it’s not easy for a fat mid size suv like the bmw x6.
i don’t know what to do now. yesterday i was still drunk listening to my remix and streaming forza horizon 5. but i’m not up for that today.
i still remember how i got into my car ten years ago and raced through the skyscraper canyons of frankfurt at 60 miles per hour. i don’t even get an itch in my groin from that now. i still remember how i ate dinner in europe’s most beautiful mcdonalds in terminal 2 at frankfurt airport. and spent my time at the airport putting on a show for all the cameras, at 1 in the morning when the airport is empty. but i’ve already done all that. what should i do now, should i go to a spanish sounding bar run by an oriental and watch the pimped out average looking females adore their average f@ckboys? or should i go to a fan bar of eintracht frankfurt in sachsenhausen and be looked at askance and not served? i’ve experienced it all.
and i’m too old for clubs and their pitiful clientele. besides, i’ve already experienced all that.
or should i work in an open-plan office like a silver-backed gorilla between baboons and hack on a computer keyboard while i look like a gorilla in front of a small monitor with my broad back? i’ve had it all.
no i admit it the price you pay when you’ve been to 150 different prost1tutes is immense. they kill everything in you.
you only see average. slightly above average, average, slightly below average and ugly.
enough of my babbling and self pity and bored life.
Only love can hurt like this
Must’ve been a deadly kiss
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today is november 16, 2022. last night when i was watching narcos mexico in the living room, a brown-haired young woman came to my apartment door and rang the bell. i open up, she smiles at me and says: we have locked ourselves out, do you know anything about it? i say no and close the door. I remember only darkly, because I was beamed away yesterday, by two bottles of red wine with medication. anyway, I dreamed today to meet a blonde young woman we have half the night kissed and then when we wanted to connect our phones, for the purpose of number exchange, I woke up.
anyway, last night i remixed snowflake with taylor swift’s anti hero chords. and because julia as a goddess has a sense of humor, i used vocal synth the vocoder after i said yesterday that julia forbids me to do that. and for the first time, it sounded good. i’ve tried to use the vocoder many times, but it never sounded good. until now. julia gives me all the freedom and lets me off the leash slowly, but she likes to interfere.
anyway. today i have a therapy session. a date as my mom says because i’m not making any progress for her. i’m still a bum and making music at home.:)
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today is still the 16. 11.22. i was just on my way to my psychologist dr. bliss. on my way there i pass a house entrance. a man a gr3aseball stands in the courtyard entrance next to the italian mafia payroll tax company. he closes the gate. i walk past him, he looks me in the eyes. i continue walking, when i hear a slimy spit splattering on the street just behind me. i continue walking across the street to the other side, seeing out of the corner of my eye that the gr3aseball has run onto the sidewalk and is looking behind me. i don’t care. i keep walking at my pace. but then i think, please don’t do it again, i don’t want to be attacked again with a stone or a knife. and then later i tear half the city apart. it’s not that i’m an average person, dear reader. i’m schizophrenic. and as dave chapelle said about a critic of kanye west: of course a person’s mental state is responsible for his actions. there are lunatics who kill people.
yes dear people. a poor lunatic who amuses you for example on these ridiculous websites like here is ok. but in the end it is a lunatic. be that as it may. in me the fear came up briefly and the pictures of the konstablerwache when i took half the city apart. it lasted exactly 5 seconds.
dr bliss said: i understand you. that is this (and then in english) been there done that. and you don’t want that anymore. this dark side of you.
probably true when she says that.
anyway, now i know how my sensitive, shy and emotional selfies affect the female viewers of ccmixter and jamendo. anyway, dr bliss said: i read through your mail to bentley records. and the pictures of you flashed me.
and since dr bliss is a better than average looking young confident woman, i can draw some conclusions about ccmixter and jamendo from that.:))))))
anyway, that’s how my date with eva kathrin bliss went today.
on the way back, i witnessed two pakistani girls in headscarves with schoolbags running after an albanian or turkish boy and lovingly shouting swear words like @sshole, f@ggot and the laughter is big. and i had to smile.
…
and after spending today drunk in front of the computer and tablet (tiktok), i thought i would try autotune on a vocal by snowflake. i still had that romantic pop dance beat from yesterday. and i went on ccmixter, got attacked by a hacker again according to my internet protection and grabbed dream by snowflake, which is b minor according to the online key finder. my beat from yesterday with the chords of taylor swifts you are on your own is in c major. so i fired up autotune and now it’s done.
yes a successful day.
…
today is november 17, 2022. it’s 12:30 at noon central european time. i’m smoking my 20th cigarette and have eaten whole grain toast with chili cream cheese and black forest ham and had milk for breakfast. i tried to make music but only shit came out. and then i watched tiktok. and after the hundredth video of a mother or father picking up his toddler from kindergarten for the first time, i now listen to paloma faith- only love can hurt like this slowed down version. because the tearful tiktoks are underpinned with this chorus. and that’s how banal videos become little masterpieces. as always on tiktok.
i was on ccmixter a few times earlier. and i was attacked by a hacker according to my internet protection.
well. what can i say? now i’m sitting there in my apartment with my ffmi of 28, a face that flashes my good looking psychologist in cheap selfies. i’m like a bmw x6 that sits in some garage. and isn’t driven. and when i go to a prost1tute, she immediately falls in love with me. it’s not easy for a fat mid size suv like the bmw x6.
i don’t know what to do now. yesterday i was still drunk listening to my remix and streaming forza horizon 5. but i’m not up for that today.
i still remember how i got into my car ten years ago and raced through the skyscraper canyons of frankfurt at 60 miles per hour. i don’t even get an itch in my groin from that now. i still remember how i ate dinner in europe’s most beautiful mcdonalds in terminal 2 at frankfurt airport. and spent my time at the airport putting on a show for all the cameras, at 1 in the morning when the airport is empty. but i’ve already done all that. what should i do now, should i go to a spanish sounding bar run by an oriental and watch the pimped out average looking females adore their average f@ckboys? or should i go to a fan bar of eintracht frankfurt in sachsenhausen and be looked at askance and not served? i’ve experienced it all.
and i’m too old for clubs and their pitiful clientele. besides, i’ve already experienced all that.
or should i work in an open-plan office like a silver-backed gorilla between baboons and hack on a computer keyboard while i look like a gorilla in front of a small monitor with my broad back? i’ve had it all.
no i admit it the price you pay when you’ve been to 150 different prost1tutes is immense. they kill everything in you.
you only see average. slightly above average, average, slightly below average and ugly.
enough of my babbling and self pity and bored life.
Only love can hurt like this
Must’ve been a deadly kiss
…
today is november 16, 2022. last night when i was watching narcos mexico in the living room, a brown-haired young woman came to my apartment door and rang the bell. i open up, she smiles at me and says: we have locked ourselves out, do you know anything about it? i say no and close the door. I remember only darkly, because I was beamed away yesterday, by two bottles of red wine with medication. anyway, I dreamed today to meet a blonde young woman we have half the night kissed and then when we wanted to connect our phones, for the purpose of number exchange, I woke up.
anyway, last night i remixed snowflake with taylor swift’s anti hero chords. and because julia as a goddess has a sense of humor, i used vocal synth the vocoder after i said yesterday that julia forbids me to do that. and for the first time, it sounded good. i’ve tried to use the vocoder many times, but it never sounded good. until now. julia gives me all the freedom and lets me off the leash slowly, but she likes to interfere.
anyway. today i have a therapy session. a date as my mom says because i’m not making any progress for her. i’m still a bum and making music at home.:)
…
today is still the 16. 11.22. i was just on my way to my psychologist dr. bliss. on my way there i pass a house entrance. a man a gr3aseball stands in the courtyard entrance next to the italian mafia payroll tax company. he closes the gate. i walk past him, he looks me in the eyes. i continue walking, when i hear a slimy spit splattering on the street just behind me. i continue walking across the street to the other side, seeing out of the corner of my eye that the gr3aseball has run onto the sidewalk and is looking behind me. i don’t care. i keep walking at my pace. but then i think, please don’t do it again, i don’t want to be attacked again with a stone or a knife. and then later i tear half the city apart. it’s not that i’m an average person, dear reader. i’m schizophrenic. and as dave chapelle said about a critic of kanye west: of course a person’s mental state is responsible for his actions. there are lunatics who kill people.
yes dear people. a poor lunatic who amuses you for example on these ridiculous websites like here is ok. but in the end it is a lunatic. be that as it may. in me the fear came up briefly and the pictures of the konstablerwache when i took half the city apart. it lasted exactly 5 seconds.
dr bliss said: i understand you. that is this (and then in english) been there done that. and you don’t want that anymore. this dark side of you.
probably true when she says that.
anyway, now i know how my sensitive, shy and emotional selfies affect the female viewers of ccmixter and jamendo. anyway, dr bliss said: i read through your mail to bentley records. and the pictures of you flashed me.
and since dr bliss is a better than average looking young confident woman, i can draw some conclusions about ccmixter and jamendo from that.:))))))
anyway, that’s how my date with eva kathrin bliss went today.
on the way back, i witnessed two pakistani girls in headscarves with schoolbags running after an albanian or turkish boy and lovingly shouting swear words like @sshole, f@ggot and the laughter is big. and i had to smile.
…