I was born 10th May 1974. That’s where it all starts. That’s really when I first wrote this post. Most welcome, my virgins, to take a sip of the epicurean drink, or if you are hungry, a bite of the tree of knowledge.
I offer you no statements here, no grand manifestations, no bladder masterplan. The only propulsion is my ego. The only tools are history and future. It is nothing else but my playground. This is where I build my sand castles, and yes, from where I can see the end of the sea.
If I don’t love you, I hate you. But I love to love and hate to hate and I will, I will, I won’t, I won’t. Wo/men, wo/men! I’m on a mission to really rev my propellers, to push death so far away life will reveal itself from behind!
Be under nada illusions – I write for myself and no one else. It is 100% pure uncut gonzo, the drug of choice for egoistas with ghetto stroll cloud control. In time, I will introduce myself – but only when I find myself. I hope it won’t be too long now – I have already waited more than 30 years. You can help me, you sophisticated sociopath, although I don’t quite know how. As long as you are not yourself, everything will be fine. Come on. Give the equilibrium of the world an elbow in the stomach. Come on, just do it.
So, let’s have some fun while we watch the ice melt in the sun. The time has come to empty the bladder…