Kristian
today is sunday, november 27, 2022. it’s 9:20 in the morning central european time. i put together a song yesterday in two three attempts throughout the day, interrupted only for tiktok, that lifts snowflake’s 2.0 social media homepage off its hinges. it has so much power and it pays homage to snowflake’s artistic greatness in all the right ways. i know what i’m talking about. i’ve worked with generic modern mainstream pop vocals and semi-professional acapellas offered for money on the internet. and snowflake gives away her genius cabinet pieces for free.
anyway. i’m sending this song to the record label in manhattan on wall street, nyc to rip them a bit apart.
and as always:
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i uploaded the song on a web 3.0 site that supposedly distributes tokens, which i haven’t seen anything of until now and was the victim of a virtual robbery. and after the bankruptcy of ftx and numerous other token trading platforms, the wild west hype around the ridiculous tokens has pretty much died down and now it’s clear web 3.0 and virtual currencies are only for shallow minds.
besides, i uploaded the song on a web 2.0 site. one that has been waiting for the big breakthrough since 2004 and is now also pretty much under the wheels due to the complete decline of the music industry and its importance. in the times of bought clicks that push stars, but that don’t get out of the meaninglessness and don’t get any attention except in the context of advertising campaigns and their media beneficiaries like niche music magazines, the indie artists of the web 2.0 site don’t get any attention at all. and so the web 2.0 site from the beginnings of the internet withers in the niche it’s stuck in.
at 8pm central european time i upload the song to a web 2.0 site whose security features are almost non-existent and which offers hackers every opportunity to attack visitors of the site with their 20 year old user interface. which they do. on this site there are no semi-professional artists but diy artists whose l1m1ted creative skills stand in the way of the site’s further popularity. and so this site languishes in its meaningless kit.
my song i put together in diy manner with my limited creative and artistic skills in one hour. it’s a remix whose music style can’t be defined so clearly. probably indie. because everything is indie that was made with limited creative and artistic energy in the living room. i used an acapella from a singer who used to be semi-famous and is now the creative and business head of this little web 2.0 site. the acapella probably wouldn’t pass as commercially viable in the eyes of a professional producer. the acapella is indie like everything on this little web 2.0 site.
who am i? i am a 45 year old man who lives on welfare due to his schizophrenia and does not work in his learned profession as a tax clerk, but makes music on the side and is rightly considered inferior by the productive society and can be considered retarded in his social competence due to his illness and a non-existent love relationship. at least as far as the skills and sense of responsibility of an average 45 year old man is concerned. it fits that i am not present in the social media. apart from the web 2.0 sites and tiktok. which however are rightly seen by the productive middle-aged population as inferior social media compared to the queen of social media facebook.
i admit it. i’m pathetic, everything i do, everywhere i am is pathetic. if you see it from the eyes of the middle aged productive population. and i can’t help myself.
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so that was for my former school friends who nowadays go about their hamster wheel work, the same sh1t every day, sitting in front of a computer in an office counting the hours until you can go home, getting into their credit financed cars and going to their credit financed cozy homes. deal on facebook as a boomer with boomer typical matters retire in 20 years and then die in 10 years. with the lived career as a work drone, whose insignificant life can only be saved from their importance as a cosmic rat fart of history by the eternal love of jesus christ in whom they do not believe.
i love my web 2.0 and 3.0 sites.
i make cool music that even caught the eye of a record label on wall street in nyc. snowflake sings beautifully and lifts my spirits every time. i have had and still live an exciting life. my father was a croatian mobster which caused the offenbach and frankfurt criminal police to chase me and is probably involved in the bloody attack on me 10 years ago on easter. and because i br8ke the noses and sm@shed the stomachs of the northafrican and oriental drug dealers despite their large number and their martial arts experience in the central center of my birth town frankfurt am main in broad daylight on good friday 2012, i can now swing my b@lls unmolested by police or gangs for 10 years.
i f@ck half as old women as i am from time to time. for money of course. make them fall in love with me and disappear from their lives forever.
and i mix neuroleptics and valium with red wine and cola and a hell of a lot of cigarettes. eat in between like david hasselhoff in his famous drunk cheeseburger video taken by his daughter. and don’t even remember if i was in the bathroom or if i was asleep.
and listen to my own music. and not the diarrhea of artists known only in facebook boomer circles.
i have dribbled life. in every respect.
oh yes i have my own love goddess and so also my own religion without promises of salvation for me for others or other promises of any kind.
yes that is me.
anyway. i’m sending this song to the record label in manhattan on wall street, nyc to rip them a bit apart.
and as always:
…
i uploaded the song on a web 3.0 site that supposedly distributes tokens, which i haven’t seen anything of until now and was the victim of a virtual robbery. and after the bankruptcy of ftx and numerous other token trading platforms, the wild west hype around the ridiculous tokens has pretty much died down and now it’s clear web 3.0 and virtual currencies are only for shallow minds.
besides, i uploaded the song on a web 2.0 site. one that has been waiting for the big breakthrough since 2004 and is now also pretty much under the wheels due to the complete decline of the music industry and its importance. in the times of bought clicks that push stars, but that don’t get out of the meaninglessness and don’t get any attention except in the context of advertising campaigns and their media beneficiaries like niche music magazines, the indie artists of the web 2.0 site don’t get any attention at all. and so the web 2.0 site from the beginnings of the internet withers in the niche it’s stuck in.
at 8pm central european time i upload the song to a web 2.0 site whose security features are almost non-existent and which offers hackers every opportunity to attack visitors of the site with their 20 year old user interface. which they do. on this site there are no semi-professional artists but diy artists whose l1m1ted creative skills stand in the way of the site’s further popularity. and so this site languishes in its meaningless kit.
my song i put together in diy manner with my limited creative and artistic skills in one hour. it’s a remix whose music style can’t be defined so clearly. probably indie. because everything is indie that was made with limited creative and artistic energy in the living room. i used an acapella from a singer who used to be semi-famous and is now the creative and business head of this little web 2.0 site. the acapella probably wouldn’t pass as commercially viable in the eyes of a professional producer. the acapella is indie like everything on this little web 2.0 site.
who am i? i am a 45 year old man who lives on welfare due to his schizophrenia and does not work in his learned profession as a tax clerk, but makes music on the side and is rightly considered inferior by the productive society and can be considered retarded in his social competence due to his illness and a non-existent love relationship. at least as far as the skills and sense of responsibility of an average 45 year old man is concerned. it fits that i am not present in the social media. apart from the web 2.0 sites and tiktok. which however are rightly seen by the productive middle-aged population as inferior social media compared to the queen of social media facebook.
i admit it. i’m pathetic, everything i do, everywhere i am is pathetic. if you see it from the eyes of the middle aged productive population. and i can’t help myself.
…
so that was for my former school friends who nowadays go about their hamster wheel work, the same sh1t every day, sitting in front of a computer in an office counting the hours until you can go home, getting into their credit financed cars and going to their credit financed cozy homes. deal on facebook as a boomer with boomer typical matters retire in 20 years and then die in 10 years. with the lived career as a work drone, whose insignificant life can only be saved from their importance as a cosmic rat fart of history by the eternal love of jesus christ in whom they do not believe.
i love my web 2.0 and 3.0 sites.
i make cool music that even caught the eye of a record label on wall street in nyc. snowflake sings beautifully and lifts my spirits every time. i have had and still live an exciting life. my father was a croatian mobster which caused the offenbach and frankfurt criminal police to chase me and is probably involved in the bloody attack on me 10 years ago on easter. and because i br8ke the noses and sm@shed the stomachs of the northafrican and oriental drug dealers despite their large number and their martial arts experience in the central center of my birth town frankfurt am main in broad daylight on good friday 2012, i can now swing my b@lls unmolested by police or gangs for 10 years.
i f@ck half as old women as i am from time to time. for money of course. make them fall in love with me and disappear from their lives forever.
and i mix neuroleptics and valium with red wine and cola and a hell of a lot of cigarettes. eat in between like david hasselhoff in his famous drunk cheeseburger video taken by his daughter. and don’t even remember if i was in the bathroom or if i was asleep.
and listen to my own music. and not the diarrhea of artists known only in facebook boomer circles.
i have dribbled life. in every respect.
oh yes i have my own love goddess and so also my own religion without promises of salvation for me for others or other promises of any kind.
yes that is me.