riskbreaker10k

Music is starting to hate me. Bleh, 4 hours a day practice for 5 years. I have nothing to show for it. I can't even write a song to be melodicly pleasing. Stupid progression of evolution, everything has been done. Everything. Even postmodern art is recycled pop art. The cycle spews forth more and more clones. I was meant for better things. Maybe I was supposed to be some kind of bacteria with a single strand of DNA wrapped in some protein, forming the basic low end of the food chain. Humans can't do that. Humans are the only washed up excuses for parasites that don't have a good purpose in the food chain. We have an thumb and we are suddenly

In every language, the first word after "Mama!" that every kid learns to say is "Mine!" A system that doesn't allow ownership, that doesn't allow you to say "Mine!" when you grow up, has -- to put it mildly -- a fatal design flaw. From the time Mr. Developing Nation was forced to read The Little Red Book in exchange for a blob of rice, till the time he figured out that waiting in line for a loaf of pumpernickel was boring as fuck, took about three generations.... Decades of indoctrination, manipulation, censorship and KGB excursions haven't altered this fact: People want a piece of their own little Something-or-Other, and, if they don't get

Das Bumsten, Ein Folk?