hope43_[PEST] (pre-Vargas Blues Band)

hope43/pest-method
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political

politicians say they care, but we all know they’ re lying.
left wing anarchist as I am I am waiting for capitalism to collapse. plans for the period after the next crash lay in the drawer. we need some hope over here. don’ t get me wrong, I don’ t have answers and I don’ t have a dresscode. they’ re building jails in the promised land. europe seems to build borderlines. I’ ll raise my hand against no man.

economic

private: 900 volume monthly. sum/diff +/- 0
business: 160 volume in 2014. red ciphers

social

cigarettes. hard appointments 1/week. psychosocial support 4 hours/week distributed on shopping, meals and some talk. bus to work. ex-in-apprenticeship planned. few contacts apart from work. small family of choice.

technical

3 debian machines. 6000-DSL. 2 cellphones. everything legal. unnumbered sites billowing in the net. emailcheck at work possible. red-district-area sites consuming, but strictly legal. flooding the fuckin’ social media. job control program(php) in use. car pool administration program(php) password secured online, but not in use. some java coding, e.g. user management db. experiments and excercises at this blog. most stuff public. textbased communication preferred. and yes, I *love* the shell. I’ ll include hello_world in java:
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class hello_world { //name(must be filename)
public static void main (String[] args){ //main-method
System.out.print(“hello world!”); //no newline here
System.out.println(); //newline
}
}

Nacht

Ein nächtlicher Cappuccino brachte Maurie wieder auf Vordermann. Bernie, der Forscher, der Frosch und die Spinne waren von ihrer letzten Außenmission zurückgekehrt und hatten alles im Logbuch vermerkt, was geschehen war. Der Grizzly konstatierte Ruhe im Subraum. So war Zeit für Raumschiffpflege. Die Dark Shadow war nach zwei Stunden von außen sowohl wie von innen wieder in Ordnung. Alle Notstromaggregate waren betriebsbereit. Die Fahrräder waren ordnungsgemäß verstaut. Die Tee- und Pizzavorräte waren aufgefüllt. Mauritius war in ein tiefergehendes Gespräch mit dem Ameisenbären verwickelt, als O. und der Forscher den Grizzly mit den neuesten Informationen fütterten und eine Inkonsistenz in der Wetterdatenbank feststellten. Die aktuelle Vorhersage war entgegen des Sollzustandes nur für 2 Tage möglich. Mit Daten war der Grizzly jedenfalls versorgt. Maurie verbesserte den Algorithmus. Die nächtliche Berechnung ergab Sonnenschein und 14 Grad Celsius bei leichtem Nordwestwind.

Wie beruhigend.

pic

none

estimated 2003


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might be helpful…..
date of blackout unknown…..
alster and pills…..
start from bank at subway…..
destination berner heerweg 123…..
awoke home (much later)…..
geolocation included…..

quartals-average

IN
100,09 lohn/geh
236,05 rente
503,10 sozi
67,30 fahrgeld
2,76 sonst
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909,30

OUT/fix
347,50 miete
50,00 strom
45,61 fon/DSL
12,80 provider
10,28 vers
10,55 konto
23,85 verlag
75,57 fahrgeld
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576,16

OUT/var
123,46 food
127,87 tabak
26,85 beer
32,41 essentials
62,05 nonsense
0 bekl_uw_schuhe
13,33 spenden
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385,97

909,30 IN
962,13 OUT
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-52,83 SUM/DIFF

sun

it’ s me the sun
burning bright
brighter than a thousand candles
always there
never away
just not visible in the night in one of the hemispheres
burning
sand everywhere sand
my eye doesn’ t reach the horizon
I take a walk in the morning
and am coming home in the night
my light is your life
giving away everything I got
safe passage for all humans
energy, wind, nature, collapse
it’ s all me and my power
for each and every single one of you
yeah burning in a metal sky
forever

for macs

The Saints – Blown away

I woke up this morning at the usual time
I could have sworn there were tears in my eyes
I rolled out of bed I rearranged my head
it didn’ t seem to make a difference anyhow
but today, I’ ll try to drag myself upright
I put on my shoes and walked to the door
but before I get outside

chorus

all my words get blown away
yeah all my words get blown away!!!

lately I’ ve found I’ ve taken to walking around
with a permanent cloud hanging over me
I got lost on the backroads
been making the wrong turns
I’ ve been fooling myself by degrees
I’ ve been drinking a bitter wine
been slipping down mountains
I’ ve fallen under a curse
and sometimes I rise in the middle of the night
I scream but nothing gets heard

chorus

of the three kinds of luck
I could have written the book
and bled between every line
every word from every doomed poem
doesn’ t feel like much use to me now
and too late she cries
I can’ t wait forever
I mumble an answer I listen for the crash
of the storm from the other site

chorus
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from: The Saints – Howling, Triple X 1996

scizophrenia from within – parts in mother tongue

it’ s a black hole, good vs. evil…..
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Jahre und Jahrzente Alkohol- und Cannabiskonsums liegen hinter mir. Ein Wunder, dass ich noch bis drei zählen kann. Jugend forscht. Ist Arbeit ein Menschenrecht ? Sezieren wir den Gedanken an den Tod. Ende. Sirenen und Glocken. Jesus und Buddha.
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flash
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suicide
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f20
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Hölle auf Erden aus Angst. Gewalt. Hoffnungslosigkeit und Fanatismus. Macht und Kommunikation. Sex and drugs and Rock’ n Roll. Feel. Trustbeliefloverespect. Strength, hope, happiness. Laugh. Bees. Bears. Peace on Earth. God. Behaviour and conduct.
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freedom and the l-word.
to face the fear inside’ s the best way of winning. pills. silence. bass. get in touch if you need a bed in herford. pray. laugh. spread the word, partner, if I can lend a helping hand, I’ ll do my very best. together.