christof

Nein, ich habe nicht , wie die leichten sagen einen Hass auf die Menschen. Ich schreibe bloss Party die Drogen und dann, töte ich Dich . Hart kein Wert mehr mit Dir Mensch.

Those are the big shots. They stand at the bar all night drinking beer. Admittedly, it's not as easy as you think. The next day, when I'm there, in the next moment, you've got a deal, not the actual recording in your studio.

The VBZ (Zurich Public Transport) has never made any money. It's the same as Martin Söhnlein from the Tages-Anzeiger. I can't believe that either. Alcoholics. People like that have never earned any money at all.

Yes, you know, at some point you have so many problems that you have no other option but to go into politics. No normal man, no normal woman would even consider something like that. Well, there can be many reasons for going into politics. But there isn't a single reason we haven't already encountered. Leading, on life and time.

I'm not a normal person either, if anything, I'm one of the few who have a permanent residence. People are constantly commuting, and those who have neither a fixed address nor a permanent residence are living abroad.

I mean, especially after the pandemic, the lack of snow in winter, and the expansion of the internet, it's become even clearer that it's better to be at home than in the world. Now would be the right time to talk about money because, ultimately, agriculture is more important than money. The same applies to trades in general; a distinction must be made between those out there earning money and us disabled people sitting inside. And please, don't come at me with council, administration, or bureaucracy. This belongs in grades 3-6.

I don't want you sleeping together at such a young age. Postponing this behavior because I don't want to see any more families being driven out of the city center just to keep rents as high as possible is crucial. It's especially important now to ensure there's a place for everyone, or rather, that the space on Earth should be two-thirds more water, and that the rest doesn't have to exploit every last drop out of feelings of inferiority.

We probably need more diversity to create a balance; you don't have to build a house in a suit. You can do it. Certainly, if you're absolutely certain, you can even build a house in dress shoes and a suit, but as soon as you do it in a group, it becomes more difficult because then everyone in that group has to be absolutely sure of their own position and that of others. Operating machines and observing isn't very difficult. Staying sober, and never starting to smoke, makes it almost too easy for routine. Therefore, it should be possible to do research, to write something, without immediately being able to make a living from it or sell millions.

A key to success is self-care. Focusing primarily on yourself. Organizing a meeting and going to a festival is like a lock that's lost its key. You might not necessarily be wasting time, but it becomes increasingly difficult to keep up.

Conversely, I wouldn't be the most expensive, but I would be the richest.

A brief word for the deceased professor and activist. I was hunted down and robbed of my home, put out on the street. After years of being hounded about whether I was keeping up with my books, it never occurred to any party or authority to scrutinize my budget. I knew the demands were impossible to meet. However, I've learned that it doesn't matter at all. It's all a matter of timing. You can have anything. Even a shop would never make a profit if the numbers at the ATM weren't cooperating. It doesn't really matter, does it? The main thing is to get involved in money laundering and remain respectable, or try your luck with some cryptocurrency. This fundamental systemic flaw regarding lies and truth in events has led me to turn away completely. Jesus Christ, the Father himself, is ultimately in charge, which is why the nation prays and has no interest in facing the truth. To create with money, I say, money must correspond to the value of time. If this is not the case, it doesn't matter what you are capable of or not. I was locked up and subjected to psychiatric blackmail. I never gave up my will, otherwise I wouldn't be here now. I persevered. Now I have the most beautiful apartment in the city.

I often wonder if I even want to meet anyone I know in this Christian state anymore, completely neutrally, of course. I ask myself this because my word is worth more than those of people who make money. Even my mother reminds me what it was like to be under such psychological delusion. Actually, I have to set an example and insist that it wasn't as simple as my relatives think my right path has been. They so often say, "Oh, come to this celebration and forget about cars, planes, and trains for a while." Honestly? It pains me deeply to have to say, quite frankly, that their money really does stink when they talk.

Just so you don't misunderstand me, I don't own a car and I'll never drive one again. I've flown once, I'm sure, but I'll never fly again, and I avoid trains and buses as much as possible. Maybe I'll have a chauffeur someday, but looking at it now, the leaves on balcony are already yellow. No wonder, with all this exhaust fumes. There are people who say that all of this is necessary and even healthy. Perhaps people believe that otherwise nature would produce more emissions than humans themselves, and that this is simply unacceptable. That strikes me as odd. I think someone, or everyone, is completely crazy. I already told a producer this once, but he said, "Then you're probably the one who's crazy because everyone else completely agrees." Unfortunately, that person forgot who I am. Otherwise, I might have been impressed by his work.

In any case, there's nothing more dreadful than a being that believes it can feel something it can't actually feel. Especially these substances are so aggressive; in all seriousness, they approach you, knowing what they're thinking. Of course not, grinning broadly and banging your head against mine won't help either. Anyone who has something like that inside them is extremely dangerous to the only life I know here on Earth, in the universe. The true psyche, isn't it? It's meant to make life difficult. At your command, come here, animal. Tree, you flower in the territory.

Why am I writing all this to you? Because I know an incredibly large number of people who make a living from this, who even speak with almost pride about their own ailments, suffering, and pain. Like, "Now you must feel sorry for me, and you must help me, not the other way around." Especially when the suffering is self-inflicted anew each day. Complaining is one thing; it hardens you. Suffering is another; if you don't suffer, then at least your own pet, your own animal, will. You can feel it, it's almost impossible to prove. You just know it, you somehow see it, that this spirit is getting on your nerves, annoying you, disturbing you, even killing you. So much for medicine, for fertilizing. My plants are really big and strong. Not because I have pebbles in the pots, but because I've used fresh soil from the very beginning.

I trained as a carpenter and then started my career in the church. Of all places, it was the church that stole my voice. In the beginning, there was a lot of theater. A few lavalier microphones—not easy. Then a few visiting musicians who were really talented. Suddenly, the congregation understood sound. I tell you, sound has absolutely nothing to do with my career. What's said in lectures about hi-fi systems is utter garbage. The loudspeaker shouldn't have any sound, the mixing console shouldn't have any sound, and the engineer certainly doesn't mix any sound. That's the job of the conductor or the lead singer themselves. Well, this industry tore a hole in my heart, so that even today, when the wind blows, it goes right through that hole in my heart. Perhaps that's why people chose democracy. Because otherwise, words would have a completely different meaning.

Then I went freelance, and before I even had my first order, I'd spent a few years manufacturing pre-made cables. Meanwhile, people were getting their hair dyed, preparing to slap me on social services. There, where you're guaranteed to always have a "no" ready. There, where caregiving is just the beginning of a plague, there, where socialism thinks it's the sound itself before a single outlet has even been plugged in, where the authorities are already at the door, bringing the day's rations. Anything but you. Everything—TV, television, cell phone—everything in the world I already have, and you don't even know how to build one of those things. Since then, I've worked in IT. But I would never again provide or share information for anyone.

I do believe something is very wrong. I even believe you, even though you wrote it yourself, that humanity would actually prefer to live in its original state rather than here on Earth. Well, it's not like some might think, that all of this happens overnight. It took me years to learn a keyboard. If you don't understand that, try listening to me before someone else tries to break my fingers again. It's actually quite a different matter. We think we're used to seeing each other, yet not everyone manages to read a book that day. You see, even listening reminds us of taking things for granted, yet not everyone understands the difference between imagination and power. I think it's important to gain experience, and follow me, I know many people, but not many who can cause problems for others if they don't act in a certain way. Perhaps not only my two swallows at the window won't just migrate south much longer. Will leave completely to a completely different place. Their constant chattering was unbearable.

Perhaps one final word. A sound engineer—the word doesn't quite capture the essence, but it gets to the heart of the matter—who is too heavily involved in journalism, particularly with the program notes and/or the details of performances, is a bad sound engineer. To be clear, not an engineer, but a disc jockey. That would be like the date itself, a very specific frequency instead of day and night itself. Still not clear? Let's make it even clearer. Acoustics remain acoustics. No matter which frequencies or amplitudes you adjust, the acoustics remain the same. Only the energy carried through the space is either stronger or weaker. So, the acoustics you imagine beforehand, influenced by media and the surrounding landscape, would be an anechoic chamber. Only then could you convince them of the concept.

PostScript (p.s)
I know the Zurich city police aren't quite right in the head. It's obvious that the city of Zurich wants to claim the biggest drug culture. Whether Junior President Donald J. Trump resurrected the corpse under the influence of drugs or not is, in real life, just a devil in the park. Deal, not at all, because the devil is my best friend. On the other hand, you wouldn't care at all. That's how it is, completely irrelevant. Man. Isn't that right? I hope I can stand by Friedrich Merz these days because the coca plant, goodbye then. The Pope is elected, and whoever is elected misses life, otherwise he wouldn't need any help at all. I too am the Vatican State. But black. The real one of the Catholic Church. Not the superior one. I believe you, at the moment with death, cocaine, or whatever, there are miracles, my animals, my nature still gives a chance. Well, that exists. Something like Dominik Stoll, who was good and then became an asshole forever.

You have house. You have Stock holder you have the penis and vagina you must be a human shit. Swiss you do build. fot this drogs outlander, fuck off Switzerland. Have i, i dont have i. Would i have, i am Adolf Hitler himself like a gun Switzerland. Who have you now, my Gold? Jerusalem world war 2 Switzerland this gold, who are? SRF2

Banks, the money that Roger Schawinski, in a worst-case scenario, would even give to Pastor Sieber. The bank doesn't even speak German.

I hate that bank. You can see it from a mile away. What a bank. Sure, yeah, of course, we bankers are at war.
Roger Wates make the real records. All the Rest are warlords. Are you listening David Gilmour young prouce, bad, how is bad.
I need to set the record straight here. He's a family jerk. The father, Dad is a father. Banks are just one facet. Without this corrupt system, a bank, a bank in my mind, would never survive. They would go all the way. My word to Bruce Lee is that they'll be so utterly crushing in the next election that even the pussy stinks like a Swiss man who can't do anything but pays. Do you actually know why Bruce Lee was murdered? Because he was better than Hollywood America. People were afraid of him. But in a way, he was like me, intellectually far superior to the system. He was a friend of my swallows. He even ate them. But that's why I would never say America. He simply knew. Not more about me, but he controlled his body like me, much as I control my mind.