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[Previous entry: "listening"] [Main Index] [Next entry: ""] 06/30/2005 Entry: "Trees"
Trees are poems the earth pens in the sky. I like the quote, and it sounds so much more elegant in German. But one thing is for sure: maples give off a damn raunchy stench. But that reminded me. What ever happened to the guy? Don't you remember? There used to be a freaky guy -- a street performance artist, if you will -- who used to stand at the crosswalk near the Tree at Albertplatz. He had printed out poetic hack ramblings about atomic energy and money and lifestyle pinned to himself front and back. Later he made a bulky box suit covered with it. He just stood there for hours everyday at the crosswalk and stared at the ground. Where did he go? I probably haven't seen him in a year or so. I always liked seeing him around. People like him made our little village look a hell of a lot bigger. Too bad his poetry was utter garbage. Still, I think that cat had his heart in the right place. Guy with the box and the poems, why are you now?
In other news, Kies (sp?) is now officially on my shitlist. While crappy poetry guy was kind of like an urban prophet, Kies is the undisputed village idiot of the Neustadt. If you've only been up in this neck of the woods twice, I guarantee you've met him. And this is the last straw, old bean. I let it go that you threw a bottle that barely missed my head at Jello Biafra 18 months back (and yes, Kies, when even Jello -- the Thomas Paine of punk music -- told you to shut the hell up, that's a pretty good sign that you are an asshat) and there's nothing I can do when everywhere you go you seem to manage to piss every single person present. But the fact that you smashed the PA at the Uboot, effectively ending one of the most lively jam sessions in the city, just because you felt like it. Man, that does it. I'm gonna get a new website or something like that. Guess what it'll be about?
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