KW 52/23

KW 52? Is it really? I can not believe it! We've finally reached the last week of the year and I have actually managed the impossible: to publish a post EVERY week for an ENTIRE year!!

In hindsight this doesn't even feel like a big deal at all. 52 times…I mean, 52 is not a ridiculouly high number that grows over your head, like if it was followed by 6 digits. 52 is in fact pretty manageable...even in different contexts

52 push ups, 52 Euros, 52 cents, 52 days, 52 pieces of cake, 52 freckles, 52… its small..its nothing really.

Especially compared to all the other countless repetitive acts one performs on a day2day base without paying further attention to it. I.e. the bathroom routine. If I look at those numbers, 52 would not even be worth a mention:

730 x dental care (without flossing), 365x applying make-up/365x taking it off (not including special occasions), 1825x toilet visits for different reasons, 365x getting dressed/365x undressed (without taking into account work-outs, exceptional weather conditions, massages, stains of any kind or sexual intercourse)

1095x boiling the kettle...

What the fuck am I doing? Isn't time too precious to waste it writing about LIFE rather then living it?
Spreading honey on bread just for effect. Not for consumption but to make it "Instagrammable" and sparkle in the rising sun. Take a bite and get the fuck out!!!

KW 51/23

Geräuschkulisse (in Gedanken)
Schweisstropfen kullern über nasse Haut. Hände verwischen Feuchtigkeit. Zischen und Knistern von Wasser auf siedend heissem Stein. Surrender Kühlschrank, Tickende Uhr. Stift beim Schreiben auf Papier..widerspenstig... abruptes Abreißen..Summen einer zusammenhanglosen Melodie. Verpufft im Raum. Wolken in der Auflösung. Knacken eines Stuhl unter Gewicht. Weichen der Luft aus einem Kissen. Kratzen auf der Haut. Hängenbleiben an einer Erhebung. Ausstülpung der Wirklichkeit. Aufgekratzt. Vertieft. Blubberndes Blut. Sickernd...wie klingt ROT? (Modulation zu schwarz...)Zungen schnalzen. Magenknurren. Schritte auf leisen Sohlen. Klirren von Glas. Vibrationsalarm. Abgleiten von der Tischkante. 17:41 auf der I-watch. 46 auf der Küchenuhr. Sekundenzeiger. Herzschrittmacher. Immer einen Schritt voraus. Immer weiter... Daseinskotze. Klospülung. 

KW 50/23

Nearly done (with '23) before it ll start all over again. 

Stille am SOnntag morgen. Der Morkie liegt friedlich zusammengerollt an meiner Seite und schläft. Auf dem Beistelltischen eine brennende Kerze und ein Becher dampfender Tee. 

10:30 atmosphärische Momentaufnahmen aus dem Alltag
Satzfetzen und Gespräche am Nebentisch, Werbung, Wetter, Nachrichten

zu improvisierten Sprachexperimenten verbinden

Bedingt durch die zeitversetzte Aufnahme können sich die „Sprecher“ nicht gegenseitig hören und fallen sich mitunter ins Wort oder reden aneinander vorbei.
Dieser Effekt ist beabsichtigt und erschafft eine latent kommunikationskritische Färbung.

KW 49/23

Payback card? NO!!! And I do not wish to be pestered with this question by every single cashier on earth either!
And you A()I, Stop licking urself all the time!!! God damn it. What' the f*** is wrong with you???

I've got no idea what to write about. My minds gone blank. This week's been exclusively about 

𝄆 work, work, work  𝄇    / repeat till 4ever

A real job required (me) to shut up and perform ( ) as asked. This meant primarily: attending pointless calls to talk about nothing with no effect but wasting time...to justify "being on a pay-roll".
But ok - Let's give the titanic a touchup/rebrush while its sinking. (Gotta earn a living at some point)

Took me a couple of days to get down to the level of mental skill required but about half way in I switched into the required mode, performing the tasks I got asked to do: editing pointless points.

like a robot

dulled. no feeling, no will, no drive - just efficiency. pure function.
basically AI, but made of flesh and blood. Well...rotten meat and deoxygenated blood.

Every crumb of residual energy/purpose/sense, hiding in the farthest corners of my bod(i)y got detected and destroyed.

Now I'm left with:

No vision. Lorem ipsum Lorem ipsum Lorem ipsum. Störer: nequam, vilis, inaestimabilis, inutilis, futilis, futtilis, insumptuosus, parvus, parvos, parvulus, amphitheatricus 

(Hashtag: cheap, worthless, latin - or may be used as "Fuck you"

Stargirl Interlude. 

KW 48/23

Her face was round and oily with half closed eye lids and lips that curved into a stupid smile. (#morning_portrait)

I'm back!
Business people all over the world suddenly inquired about my availability on tasks AI doesn't seem to solve to their satisfaction yet.

Needless to say that this resulted into me feeling relieved and ecstatic as if (I)* had turned into "Wonder Woman" overnight. Of course the 80 year old wrinkled version, not the 20 year old Lynda Carter.
But still: marvelous!

The obvious explanation for this:

Mars, Pluto and some other planets had a gathering (probably a little x-mas coalition) and Pluto (as always hard drinking and sulking) on his way to the rest room dangerously swaying, didn't quite make it there, stopped (coincidently above my head) and threw up, leaving me covered in stardust.