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Pestpruf
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Composer of unkempt opinions. Heliolatrist, umbratarian, metropnik.
“You can't stop meaningful teenage cries from deep behind fifty year old eyes.
Get real.”

(Soundtrack for the midweek dance party.)
November 26, 2025 at 9:08 PM
My younger selves, every time.
November 26, 2025 at 7:59 PM
November 25, 2025 at 6:32 AM
Obwohl gefallen, bleiben sie Engel;
in memoriam Udo Kier, 1944–2025.

"It’s fun to play evil, because the devil was an angel who didn’t want to be an angel any more. So you get to play the devil, which is a lot of fun. But if you are really evil, you cannot play an evil character."
November 24, 2025 at 8:20 AM
„Vier [oder mehr] Personen!” (Soundtrack for the weekend.)
November 23, 2025 at 5:50 AM
“[Among the gravest fallacies: concluding] that daily reality for the people living in a system corresponds to one's own images, ideas and knowledge of this system … if the system is brutal, barbaric and totalitarian, then the people living there must also be totalitarian, barbaric and brutal."
November 22, 2025 at 6:21 AM
„Die Liebe ist die größte Kraft, die alles schafft!” (Soundtrack for the midweek dance party.)
November 19, 2025 at 11:42 PM
« … le monde peut sembler sacrément pourri, mais la beauté nous entoure faut juste un peu chercher »
November 18, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Consider Nerdrum's Byttehandel (1995).
November 17, 2025 at 10:33 PM
“… I asked several friends of mine if they could spare a few minutes of their time,” soundtrack for the weekend.
November 16, 2025 at 2:44 AM
November 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM
November 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM
November 14, 2025 at 8:32 AM
November 13, 2025 at 4:20 AM
Soundtrack for the midweek dance party.
November 13, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Consider Helnwein’s Ascension (1995).
November 11, 2025 at 4:45 AM
“A whole world … a short walk from the tea-room.

Pushchairs. Cornettos.
A basin of blue concrete and a Humboldt penguin tumbling in three feet of dirty water.

If only we could slip inside those eyes and find our way back
to the pack-ice in the Weddell Sea.
Instead we move on to the gibbons.”
November 11, 2025 at 2:42 AM
November 10, 2025 at 6:05 AM
“I can’t wait,” soundtrack for the weekend.
November 8, 2025 at 11:21 PM
Having failed to bring their partners to orgasm, Texas lawmakers seek to ban them altogether, eh.
November 8, 2025 at 9:30 PM
November 7, 2025 at 11:17 PM
“Something random for collective amusement”?

They solve the housing-shortage down Calgary’s Ramsay vale way by hollowing out husks of ancients to shelter the young:
November 7, 2025 at 1:07 AM
“We don’t we play? I’ll wear your star” (soundtrack for the midweek dance party).
November 5, 2025 at 11:40 PM
Consider Tansey’s Redeployment (1995).
November 3, 2025 at 10:31 PM
“I’m a good mechanic, I’ll go over you in style,” soundtrack for the weekend.
November 2, 2025 at 5:50 AM