growth in the garden
Kristian
my julia love goddess says: knock their legs off.
because i was just on to something.
sometimes when i release music i hear virgins say to themselves: uuuooo thats tough.
and i always thought, what does that mean? i only know the slang expression tight in america, for super, excellent, awesome.
and so i thought, since i never heard the word tough in this context, neither in movies nor anywhere else, that it is a mistake in my head when virgins say tough.
and today i read tuff on a tiktok video. and i google it and the urban dictionary says this:
tuff
Means sharp, cool, wicked awesome, etc.It’s a compliment to call someone or something tuff. Used in S.E. Hinton’s tuff book The Outsiders.
Johnny: Man, that is a tough car. Mustangs, huh, they’re tuff.
or
Jen: You know Pat?
Meg: Yeah, he’s pretty tuff.
by Megh October 29, 2006
and now i’m in the picture when american virgins talk about my music or when they say to themselves about my music ooouuhh thats tuff.
like this morning for example.
apparently the slang expression tight is not for virgins. but tuff.
and what can i say, i got to know the term tuff through the virgins i hear when i release music as i said.
and as always. i don’t listen to male voices because they don’t interest me. and virgins swear better than males anyway.
yes and if i never get one recommend for this remix here. from susan or from anyone else.
i have already heard the reviews in the ether of my mind.:)
…
today is the second day of christmas.
for this remix i was inspired by the doors.
today i was out and about in frankfurt sachsenhausen. and as i was wandering through the area in the rain on a mild winter’s day, i also passed the stereobar. now the neon sign is hanging crooked and broken from the wall. i remember being there as a 23 year old with my law school classmates. i remember a tall blond croatian guy, a short brown-haired croatian guy and a couple of germans who were there with me. i darkly remember a young woman who stomped off in a huff. i don’t remember why. the club looked like an ancient wine cellar with such arches and low ceilings. i don’t remember what music was playing. 2000s.
change to today. and as i turn into the old street i almost slip on the cobblestones. a young couple is coming towards me. i don’t watch the blonde at all. anyway, i walk slowly past the stereo bar and hear the couple behind me overtake me. apparently they are the other way around. the blonde almost knocks me over and talks some nonsense about some clubs somewhere. her friend just listens. i turn into another street.
now i’m chilling in my mother’s kitchen and listening to my music.
…
today is the 27th of december. i have revised the remix again this morning. in the kitchen of my mother. i think i will stay with her until new year. then i got dressed. what do i mean dressed. i just put on my black jacket over the black sweat pants and the mouse gray sweater (both of which i’ve been wearing since sunday and in which i also sleep) and my black kappa sneakers with the white sole and the naked couple as logo on the sneakers. i took my cell phone and my wallet and the key with me. and not to forget, a thick cotton cap. then i walked through sachsenhausen again. at the streetcar tracks, i saw a middle-aged woman watching me from some distance while she crossed the tracks. when i walked past her, she looked as if she wanted to slap me. i walked past the petty supermarkets and a gym that was open. out came a young north african who looked just like the old french racist tintin and snowy comics. as tall as me, so average, with a black big curly mane and a skinny build. compared to me who weighs 300 pounds and an ffmi of 28 (i always have to repeat: more than dwyne the rock steroids johnson), he weighed maybe 120 american pounds and an ffmi of maybe 18. i just thought to myself, what are you going to work out for? better eat something. then i went to the south station where there was a market with fresh vegetables and fruit and meat products. then i did a little round and went back past the swimming pool. a few people on their way to work or shopping. in front of me a long guy with no socks and tight sweatpants that didn’t reach over his ankles with a thick jacket. past a homeless man who was making himself something to eat in the freezing cold. past two charging stations where two new fiat 500s were being charged. and always the big guy in front of me with his bare ankles. a young woman walked past me and i could still see her smiling and looking sideways away from me and smiling up. she looked like, what’s going on here? she didn’t look bad except for a bit of acne on her face. and then i was already back home with my mother. she’s now going to the old man she looks after from time to time and with whom she was in court because of the jewish old people’s nurse who had cheated the old man out of 14,000 euros. no verdict has been reached yet.
now i’m chilling in the kitchen on the laptop again.
because i was just on to something.
sometimes when i release music i hear virgins say to themselves: uuuooo thats tough.
and i always thought, what does that mean? i only know the slang expression tight in america, for super, excellent, awesome.
and so i thought, since i never heard the word tough in this context, neither in movies nor anywhere else, that it is a mistake in my head when virgins say tough.
and today i read tuff on a tiktok video. and i google it and the urban dictionary says this:
tuff
Means sharp, cool, wicked awesome, etc.It’s a compliment to call someone or something tuff. Used in S.E. Hinton’s tuff book The Outsiders.
Johnny: Man, that is a tough car. Mustangs, huh, they’re tuff.
or
Jen: You know Pat?
Meg: Yeah, he’s pretty tuff.
by Megh October 29, 2006
and now i’m in the picture when american virgins talk about my music or when they say to themselves about my music ooouuhh thats tuff.
like this morning for example.
apparently the slang expression tight is not for virgins. but tuff.
and what can i say, i got to know the term tuff through the virgins i hear when i release music as i said.
and as always. i don’t listen to male voices because they don’t interest me. and virgins swear better than males anyway.
yes and if i never get one recommend for this remix here. from susan or from anyone else.
i have already heard the reviews in the ether of my mind.:)
…
today is the second day of christmas.
for this remix i was inspired by the doors.
today i was out and about in frankfurt sachsenhausen. and as i was wandering through the area in the rain on a mild winter’s day, i also passed the stereobar. now the neon sign is hanging crooked and broken from the wall. i remember being there as a 23 year old with my law school classmates. i remember a tall blond croatian guy, a short brown-haired croatian guy and a couple of germans who were there with me. i darkly remember a young woman who stomped off in a huff. i don’t remember why. the club looked like an ancient wine cellar with such arches and low ceilings. i don’t remember what music was playing. 2000s.
change to today. and as i turn into the old street i almost slip on the cobblestones. a young couple is coming towards me. i don’t watch the blonde at all. anyway, i walk slowly past the stereo bar and hear the couple behind me overtake me. apparently they are the other way around. the blonde almost knocks me over and talks some nonsense about some clubs somewhere. her friend just listens. i turn into another street.
now i’m chilling in my mother’s kitchen and listening to my music.
…
today is the 27th of december. i have revised the remix again this morning. in the kitchen of my mother. i think i will stay with her until new year. then i got dressed. what do i mean dressed. i just put on my black jacket over the black sweat pants and the mouse gray sweater (both of which i’ve been wearing since sunday and in which i also sleep) and my black kappa sneakers with the white sole and the naked couple as logo on the sneakers. i took my cell phone and my wallet and the key with me. and not to forget, a thick cotton cap. then i walked through sachsenhausen again. at the streetcar tracks, i saw a middle-aged woman watching me from some distance while she crossed the tracks. when i walked past her, she looked as if she wanted to slap me. i walked past the petty supermarkets and a gym that was open. out came a young north african who looked just like the old french racist tintin and snowy comics. as tall as me, so average, with a black big curly mane and a skinny build. compared to me who weighs 300 pounds and an ffmi of 28 (i always have to repeat: more than dwyne the rock steroids johnson), he weighed maybe 120 american pounds and an ffmi of maybe 18. i just thought to myself, what are you going to work out for? better eat something. then i went to the south station where there was a market with fresh vegetables and fruit and meat products. then i did a little round and went back past the swimming pool. a few people on their way to work or shopping. in front of me a long guy with no socks and tight sweatpants that didn’t reach over his ankles with a thick jacket. past a homeless man who was making himself something to eat in the freezing cold. past two charging stations where two new fiat 500s were being charged. and always the big guy in front of me with his bare ankles. a young woman walked past me and i could still see her smiling and looking sideways away from me and smiling up. she looked like, what’s going on here? she didn’t look bad except for a bit of acne on her face. and then i was already back home with my mother. she’s now going to the old man she looks after from time to time and with whom she was in court because of the jewish old people’s nurse who had cheated the old man out of 14,000 euros. no verdict has been reached yet.
now i’m chilling in the kitchen on the laptop again.