Mittwoch, 12. Dezember 2012
Santa Claus, or: a christmas male tragedy. After 2012 years, finally fed up with reindeer smell, jangling slide stuff, glittering stars and, in the first place, this impractical, poorly warming and silly-looking red and white attire. Well, an end to frustration now. Full tilt into corruption, wickedness and depravity. A rebirth, discovering the real me. Squandering the gift packages dedicated to the eternally ungrateful brood of mankind. Written in the wind the millennia of timely fulfillment of duty, finally experience an alternative program, with drug abuse, alcohol abuse, brothel visit. Empty is the bag, filled the stomach, cut off the beard. And now babble blissfully: "And since you are never g ... good anyway ... I gambled ALL, yes!" (1997).