big corporations

another job
something to do
don't need it
but the rates are fun
couple days and i can buy your month
not bragging
just me
somehow i land here
is the universe trying to communicate?
as i look at the species involved
i don't identify as the same race
you can say im racist against the whole lot
all those emails
all those analyses
investigating if it's still making money
in my eyes they all kickin' a dead corpse
its new
its fresh
its the same one you already own
but now its slightly different
some colour changes here and there
don't get confused
spend now!
buy!
keep the rates up
we all have rent to pay
more commerce
more commodities
more slave labour
more slave consumers
you can't without it
you need it
they make u stare at it
in your browser
in your magazine
in your head
a million images
how one thing goes with another
now it's essential
you didn't know
its out now
you didn't hear?
well that's why we do dis
so you don't forget
know your place
why you not spending?
i ask again
why you not spending?
don't you wanna feel accomplished
satisfied
part of our philosophy
the philosophy of selling you shit
a pure p. manzoni if u ask me
is there a difference between magical thought
and the thought of magic
they all sweat together here
a mill of thought if you so will
and still i don't feel the sparks
‘real’ creativity
what a laugh
of course that is my opinion only
i always had something against these structures
i pop in
i conjure a bag
and disappear into the mist
piss off to my world
they do not
they stay
i couldn't
and i never did
do i envy them?
i envy security
sometimes
but also i distrust a person so secure in security
security above life
fuck that
i trust my otherworldly urge
which has no place in those structures
how can you create here?
if the overlords need you at 7 am
production arrives first
production leaves last
thank god for their rates
thank god tomorrow im gone
my own overseer again
thank god im not depending on it
thank god i am god
tomorrow i rule
tomorrow im free
tomorrow i do not have to ask
free from this pressure to make this heap pretty
free from the same selling pitch since the 80s
free from the ‘client’
and their cold grip on mankinds perception of itself
i dont kneel
i am a mercenary
i kill for y'all if you pay right
i murder their spirit today
but tomorrow im gone
shoveling my own dung
and you?
what do you plump for?
the aloneness of boundless expanse
or the warm embrace of your favorite
big corporation
you tell me 
lunch break starts in 5 anyway

pure joy

fire

passion

energy

love

bullshit

lovely pure bullshit

the worst

sweaty emotions

new relationships 

exciting places

vomiting

natural bliss

a vibrant...

there it is again

words

what describes something good

a swim good jamboree 

how do you put feelings in txts

how do use words to describe the gut feeling

the simple delight

rush of gaiety

flash of hope

the weather is changing

the clouds are opening

the nights getting hot

the world is burning

and faces still spin

human traffic

just a babble

words

exiting to share with you and the rest

what else can i sell

i sold my soul to dionysus or belial

they took us on a ride

but this moment is not about me

its about this thing

this ultimate freedom

of being young and having fun at a rave

and you know what 

this is one of those spaces

i sit back and watch

let them indulge for me

maybe just being around 

from time to time

will rub off some 

some of this

die da drüben

die Hässlichkeit der Menschheit
ist mir ein Dorn im Auge
sie stört mich
sie ist laut
sie ist übersättigt
ungewaschen
sie hat einen Hund
und dieser bellt

warum muss sie gerade hier ihr Werk verrichten
im meinem Moment der Klarheit
meinem Moment der Ruhe
meinem Moment des Abstands
dem Moment den ich gewählt habe mich zu verbessern
ein wichtiger Moment
ich beobachte ihre Bewegung
sind ihr Nuancen bekannt?
oder sagt ihre Aufmachung alles über sie aus?
ist es so leicht sie zu fassen?
oder spricht mein Übermut lauter als mein Verstand
meine selbstgewählte Vereinsamung
mein Reich

ein Reich des Intellekts
ein Reich für Kunst und Philosophie
ein Reich für Schönheit und Feingefühl
erkennt sie ihre eigene?
oder hat sie schon längst aufgegeben?
vermag sie das Konzept mitbekommen zu haben,
das sie Teil aller ist?
ihr T-Shirt sagt nein.
ihre Blicke
ihre Laute
ihr Fressen
sind die eines Wesens

ohne Harpune
verleiht es mich in Angst und Schrecken
stolze Aasgeier
Hyänen
unverständliche Laute
unbewegte Masse
barbarische Manieren
denk ich mir
und fabriziere mir einen weiteren unbrauchbaren Moment
toll.
alles nur wegen denen da
die anderen
die da drüben
denkt sich das Tier über den Mensch

are we

i wanna be free
free from you
free from me

free to hate
free to be wrong
free to to know 
free to not care
free to say how it is
free to forget
free to be
free me