drehnetdurch. ask no questions and you'll be told no lies. moments of undefined emptiness. all the way. perdurabo. rather than love, money or fame give me truth. lets howl, said the dog. i sought no shelter therefore, but the sky. know thyself, and with no fear, you shall prevail. until the end. oh, and of course booze, coffee & cigarettes. des is doch irgendwie, ne?

avoiding the mediocre

sorting - people, screws, clothes, whatever. getting you drunk. getting myself drunk. not going to bed when it's time. waking up the neigbours at 5 a.m. with way too loud music. not cleaning up my apartment. not cleaning the hallway and stairs of my apartment bulding. sleeping. oversleeping in the morning. or actually any time i have to get out of bed. being late. taking a cab and wasting money because i'm late. wasting money. forgetting names. and birthdays. forgetting to call back. forgetting i promised to be home by midnight the latest. i really could go on an on here, i am - as i realized now - quite good at a lot of things like that.

people who i think might be cool: "geez, what an asshole!"
people who i think to be idiots: "hey, what a polite guy!"

current book: erinnerungen eines kunsthändlers - ambroise vollard
current song: gza - publicity
last movie: life of pi
but give me a sunny table in café, a pack of cigarettes, a constant stream of coffee and i'll read about anything. give me a sleepless night and i'll watch about anything. give me a long night behind the bar and i'll eat just about anything for breakfast. but you have figured that out already, haven't you?

the light in the fridge, keys to my apartment, my name, sunglasses while driving on sunny days, underwear and contact lenses. in no particular order.

me. how to name my two cats. what things i would be doing as a rockstar and what to eat for dinner. good music. why all women here are vegetarians. in no particular order.

watering the plants. oh and of course cleaning my apartment windows. at night. cause thats when it's the most fun.

is, that i actually clean my apartment. more less than often, but still. and i use hand lotion. damn you, super dry hands. i tend to talk to inanimate objects when they make me angry. and most of the time lately, i use headphones when listening to music at 5am. my singing along might still be heard, but i wouldn't know, i'm wearing headphones. actually, most of the time i will just be dead sleeping at 5 a.m.

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