Thursday, January 28, 2010

Oh in this age of records we remember just as little as before. Spinning round as the broken record howls its foul tune once more.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Where am I from you ask? I am a citizen of nothing. At home nowhere. Especially not in this place. What am I doing here? I got lost on the way to transcendence. So come you lost dogs, you brothers of infinity and zero. We shall have some fun in this heat. The flames roaring louder every time we laugh. Smile like fools and drink to tomorrow and yesterday, for today has already been wasted. As the fog eats the consequences of our actions let us quietly slip into Chinese lanterns and float away. Over some great big ocean of antiseptic toilet bowl cleaner and into a land of blissful irrelevance.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010