We build towers to lock ourselves up. We surround ourselves with reinforced concrete and start hating what we crafted with our own hands. Giant worms made of iron devour us in the morning and spit us out in the evening. Day in, day out. We're so close to each other, we can't breathe anymore. We comply with rules and codes and regulations but our behaviour remains dysfunctional and perverted. We talk and talk and talk some more but we do not say anything. We experience the same unbearable tragedies but each of us at our own petty level. We find it hard to empathise but we don't even dare to try. We are oblivious to each other.
Hejhej! Am kommenden Samstag ab fünf vor Zwölf mit Ann Abnormal, Barista und mir! Passendes Depriwetter ist bereits angekündigt... ... bestens zum lamentieren bei nem Wein und ner Zigarette geeignet!
Der Analoge Heinrich live @ Sunny Sunday Salon!
Sonntag, 04. Oktober 2009, 18 Uhr,
Griebenowstr. 23, Berlin Mitte (Nähe Zionskirchplatz)
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