berlin...
last night, in the basement room where the smoke machine and smoke machines (german dark kids) made the atmosphere so thick that you could hardly see the 5 tons of halloween store spiderwebs on the cieling, i witnessed an intense german ritual worthy of Baraka (I am now wondering why this wasnt featured, with godspeed you black emporer resonating melodically in the background)...an epic metal song came on, and suddenly, everyone stopped their frenetic stomp-seizures and slowly formed a pack in the center of the room... all the long haired tall ones formed a sort of circle, and with much ceremonial seriousness, began to wave their hair around in washing machine head banging circles, all kind of squatting, holding their knees...stunning. it cooled off the smoke filled room like an exhaust fan.
no more bides, not in northern europe...just rain, and then some more rain...but i did get to hear stories about my grandfa's wife's french sex slave (a refugee kept in the barn) during the war, and her post war minor black market dealings...he also has a pornography collection that would put most of you to SHHHAME. shame shame i say. But what else is an organic chemist in Erlangen to do?
last night, in the basement room where the smoke machine and smoke machines (german dark kids) made the atmosphere so thick that you could hardly see the 5 tons of halloween store spiderwebs on the cieling, i witnessed an intense german ritual worthy of Baraka (I am now wondering why this wasnt featured, with godspeed you black emporer resonating melodically in the background)...an epic metal song came on, and suddenly, everyone stopped their frenetic stomp-seizures and slowly formed a pack in the center of the room... all the long haired tall ones formed a sort of circle, and with much ceremonial seriousness, began to wave their hair around in washing machine head banging circles, all kind of squatting, holding their knees...stunning. it cooled off the smoke filled room like an exhaust fan.
no more bides, not in northern europe...just rain, and then some more rain...but i did get to hear stories about my grandfa's wife's french sex slave (a refugee kept in the barn) during the war, and her post war minor black market dealings...he also has a pornography collection that would put most of you to SHHHAME. shame shame i say. But what else is an organic chemist in Erlangen to do?
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You were in Berlin
And did NOT go to the Kit KAt .
Holy shit you missed out girl.
I would go all the way to Berlin JUST to go there.
It's like a euro rave club with live sex show spontaeniously happening all over the club.
Oh well, maybe next time. And pls don't forget to bring me.
Muah