there is nothing better than
a new book published
a ned trick nailed consecutively
going away
quitting your old appartement
quitting your old job
abandoning the region you grew up
finishing a pestering, soulsucking novel
deleting 9/10 of the contacts on your smartphone for numerous reasons
kicking out your your smartphone in the process for numerous summarous reasons
nothing beats a great book review and the inflation on book sales and new enemys in the house
nothing beats being back on the board after two weeks of sick sick sick
returning
still nailing the new trick
quitting your new appartement
quitting your new job
remaining in aarau area due to numerous good reasons, the best of them eloquent and lovely and sexy, the rest of them warriors on skateboards
nothing is better than still finding the line everytime I take a pencil and a piece of paper,
nothing is better than still hating truly and sincerely and with all my fire this whole christmas crap and eastern crap and birthday crap and the god-crap and the power-crap and the talkers with their talker’s crap, , religious foundations, family reunions, daniel r. and his homophibic facist possee, my ancestors, the place I grew up, the places I’ve been and all the places I came from.
In this sense, it feels good to move forward and not humping the old corpses.