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Chocolate Jesus

Jahesius Krüst shuffelte is leisurely at the desk and was once again was:
I got paid, I would write more. Would I get paid for it, it would be a profession. If it were my job, I would do it every day. I would do it every day, I would get lost having fun. Without fun, would I torture myself but, I pull words and phrases from the nose, wring formulations. I would make to Worthure. But as I write, how many fucking young men: a pure pleasure and not for money. Cash is not everything in life. Sorry Johnny. Later Krüst
moved back to the garage where he had run over his dog last week. Doctor House had thought it would have been an accident, and who wanted to Hugh Laurie contradict that?
Again we speak of how the artist looks position in our world. A unique style that the audience is good, must really mean for the artist to leave him behind, the style, not the audience, because the states this
In any case, an artist off in such a situation, the shrill alarm bells, call the local security service to which announce that nothing has happened, perhaps drink fix a coffee, but no later than at the same, immediately and in what else to make the point than before. No longer the typical shit, but all deliver new shit. No more blue top and pink bottom, but right next to black and cinnamon. This of course applies not only to painting but also for the rest.
was served Remaining our Krüst as he watched the evening in the goggle box, and my dear Scholli what he saw there for schröckliche figures potzblitz, er dachte erst, es wäre ein neuer Zombiefilm von George A. Romero, doch nein, es war dann doch nur Zeit für den beliebtesten Privatsender der Republik.
Früher, also in seinen Jugendjahren, das war gegen Ende des Kaiserreichs, mußte man noch etwas können oder geleistet haben, um ins Fernsehen zu kommen. Heute reicht es schon aus, wenn daheim ein verhaltensauffälliges Kind sitzt, man ein bißchen kochen kann oder aber den ganzen Arsch voll Schulden hat.
Derart angepißt, ging Krüst nach oben ins Schlafzimmer, löschte das Licht und legte Watertown von Frank Sinatra auf. Tolle Platte. Kennt nur keiner.