open, die siebte
Kristian
today is still wednesday. but it is 6 o’clock in the evening central european time. the chords are supposed to be from dancing queen by abba. but you can’t hear anything out of it. i started with debenedictis. but it was too demanding again. now for the hundredth time literally a remix of open. that’s why i call it open the seventh. i was asleep and i was in china in the mountains, on the border to north korea and in the underground of china. at least that’s what i dreamt and the devil was probably there too. and lots of chinese soldiers. an alcohol-soaked fever dream. and hyperrealistic.
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it’s still wednesday. but now it’s 10pm central european time. i just read through my song description on ccmixter to open the seventh, which i created today in a drunken stupor. at the same time i’m listening to the remix. and there i am reading again about my life, which is so full of violence, torment and deceit. so much so that it is beyond the imagination of the average person, and so, frightened, they have classified me as a poor madman, and either laugh at me, or are worried about me, or out of fear dismiss it altogether as the ramblings of a poor madman.
be that as it may. i will help you, dear readers, to understand it:
suppose, it is all true what I tell, and that not only because I think it is true for me because of a mental illness or something else.
read it again and again and listen to my calm, softly bubbling pop music that accompanies snowflake’s graceful singing in such a relaxed way…
if you connect my text and everything i have written so far on ccmixter with this music, you are left with only one explanation:
whether it’s all true or not, whether he’s just a poor madman or has experienced unbelievable things, if you listen to open seventh, i come to the conclusion that he’s a killer, if you read through the song description.
nothing would impress you dear readers so much, no metal, no hiphop rather the opposite, than my lyrics in the song descriptions together with my quiet music, which I create in a drunken stupor.
he is a killer, you have grasped that unconsciously. whether you want it or not.
and i understood it that way at this very moment, when i write it down for you and explain it to myself.
:)
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today is wednesday, december 21, 2022. it’s 1:30 p.m. central european time. i was at the supermarket earlier. and now i’m already drinking the second bottle of wine with neuroleptics and lorazepam. i smoked 60 cigarettes yesterday and it doesn’t look any better for today. i went to see my very pregnant therapist at 11 a.m.. and everything went well, i told her about my suffering, like not sleeping enough and being tired today. of course i didn’t tell her that yesterday i was drunk to the point of unconsciousness. her motherly caring nature made me scratch my b@lls a little. then i told her after one and a half years that my father wanted to escape from a stuffy life, gutted my mother and then went to croatia to join the mafia there. dr bliss was skeptical at first but when i told her that a world collapsed for my sister after my father’s death when everything came out. and that my sister and mother went to my father’s lawyer with a fake deed to a house only to find out that the house didn’t exist, dr bliss believed me after all. and she was afraid and pushed it away and then compliemented me out.
i didn’t even tell her that the offenbach and frankfurt criminal police were on my back back in 2000 and restricted my freedom of movement. so i prepared my parents’ house for sale by renovating it and working my way up to a ffmi that still holds today and is stronger than that of dwayne the rock steroids johnson. he has 26 i have almost 29. the bigger the better. an average person has 19. and that when the two dr8g dealers on the train insulted and attacked me all the passengers were scared except for one who told me why didn’t you attack them. and who i count as police today. and i didn’t tell dr bliss that after i beat the two m8slim drug dealers i got a stone to the head and that when i was on my way to the hospital on foot at midnight, a police car signaling blue lights suddenly appeared behind me on the deserted street, when everything was already over. and that they followed me all the way to the hospital. dr bliss knows that i went to konstablerwache on good friday 2012 and imploded a north @frican drug dealer gang in the center of frankfurt in broad daylight. but she doesn’t know that since then i’m not bothered anymore, neither by the police nor by any gangs. and i can swing my b@lls in peace.
if i told all this to the pregnant dr bliss, she would give birth pr3maturely.
so i tell it to average people with average iq with average lives and an average ffmi of 19. that goes for male and female alike. who look up from their personal computers with dull eyes, understand nothing and then lower their dull eyes again.
so i continue to make music and delight these same people with works of art they don’t understand either.
while those who understand a little, are afraid of me and think about how to get rid of this problem.:)
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it’s still wednesday. but now it’s 10pm central european time. i just read through my song description on ccmixter to open the seventh, which i created today in a drunken stupor. at the same time i’m listening to the remix. and there i am reading again about my life, which is so full of violence, torment and deceit. so much so that it is beyond the imagination of the average person, and so, frightened, they have classified me as a poor madman, and either laugh at me, or are worried about me, or out of fear dismiss it altogether as the ramblings of a poor madman.
be that as it may. i will help you, dear readers, to understand it:
suppose, it is all true what I tell, and that not only because I think it is true for me because of a mental illness or something else.
read it again and again and listen to my calm, softly bubbling pop music that accompanies snowflake’s graceful singing in such a relaxed way…
if you connect my text and everything i have written so far on ccmixter with this music, you are left with only one explanation:
whether it’s all true or not, whether he’s just a poor madman or has experienced unbelievable things, if you listen to open seventh, i come to the conclusion that he’s a killer, if you read through the song description.
nothing would impress you dear readers so much, no metal, no hiphop rather the opposite, than my lyrics in the song descriptions together with my quiet music, which I create in a drunken stupor.
he is a killer, you have grasped that unconsciously. whether you want it or not.
and i understood it that way at this very moment, when i write it down for you and explain it to myself.
:)
…
today is wednesday, december 21, 2022. it’s 1:30 p.m. central european time. i was at the supermarket earlier. and now i’m already drinking the second bottle of wine with neuroleptics and lorazepam. i smoked 60 cigarettes yesterday and it doesn’t look any better for today. i went to see my very pregnant therapist at 11 a.m.. and everything went well, i told her about my suffering, like not sleeping enough and being tired today. of course i didn’t tell her that yesterday i was drunk to the point of unconsciousness. her motherly caring nature made me scratch my b@lls a little. then i told her after one and a half years that my father wanted to escape from a stuffy life, gutted my mother and then went to croatia to join the mafia there. dr bliss was skeptical at first but when i told her that a world collapsed for my sister after my father’s death when everything came out. and that my sister and mother went to my father’s lawyer with a fake deed to a house only to find out that the house didn’t exist, dr bliss believed me after all. and she was afraid and pushed it away and then compliemented me out.
i didn’t even tell her that the offenbach and frankfurt criminal police were on my back back in 2000 and restricted my freedom of movement. so i prepared my parents’ house for sale by renovating it and working my way up to a ffmi that still holds today and is stronger than that of dwayne the rock steroids johnson. he has 26 i have almost 29. the bigger the better. an average person has 19. and that when the two dr8g dealers on the train insulted and attacked me all the passengers were scared except for one who told me why didn’t you attack them. and who i count as police today. and i didn’t tell dr bliss that after i beat the two m8slim drug dealers i got a stone to the head and that when i was on my way to the hospital on foot at midnight, a police car signaling blue lights suddenly appeared behind me on the deserted street, when everything was already over. and that they followed me all the way to the hospital. dr bliss knows that i went to konstablerwache on good friday 2012 and imploded a north @frican drug dealer gang in the center of frankfurt in broad daylight. but she doesn’t know that since then i’m not bothered anymore, neither by the police nor by any gangs. and i can swing my b@lls in peace.
if i told all this to the pregnant dr bliss, she would give birth pr3maturely.
so i tell it to average people with average iq with average lives and an average ffmi of 19. that goes for male and female alike. who look up from their personal computers with dull eyes, understand nothing and then lower their dull eyes again.
so i continue to make music and delight these same people with works of art they don’t understand either.
while those who understand a little, are afraid of me and think about how to get rid of this problem.:)
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