...I know it is my self on this pic, well a decade younger, still I get such an urge to form a similar mouth and make a vacuum-kiss on the younger version of me :)
The image was taken in Vienna, in my tiny studio-room on sixth (or seventh) floor in Landstrasse; Vienna...
Peace and Noise!
/ Mushroombrain toilet plunger with extra suction
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Café Frequenters episode 213
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(a fictional story about real concepts)
... jean-mill had never seen his father as angry as not, spit flying all over in droplets raining down and making a steamy mist of saliva...
Jean-mill just asked a question...
still his fathers eyes dark brown and even darker than normal, and his eyes making small flashes striking out in every direction when his voices switched between falsetto and deep rumble...
...just a legit question? why all this...
He had thought him to hate the Germans because of that unmentionable horrid past, according to him all germans new and old where responsible for those crimes, no pardon for anyone, resistance-fighters, social democrats, not even mischlings, and grandchildren to them born during the war according to him...
He looked at his father and thought that he resembled the Fürer himself, standing there orating at a rally...
then he started thinking:
Hey he is like his own weather system, producing both thunder, lightning, rain and storm winds with his swiftly moving hands and fists...
so he told him to hate the Germans, but that was not all, he told him to hate despise the Italians, they were just lazy degos who talked more than the could do, the Russians because they were primitive beasts and all other slavic people just their vassals or and even more primitive that those Russians...
He have told him to hate black people and asians too, the asians just some sort of social insects with basic rudimentary minds, the blacks where just mindless creatures who hadn´t evolved enough...
...So Jean-mill just asked one question and now his father had become a spitting image of the tiny Austrian who was dictator in Germany...
Jean-mill studied his arms waving about, he tried to count them and there must have been at least 4 of them, perhaps even eight?
...he carried on thinking, then there was the homosexuals, those were the worst according to him, most of them, the male once just out to rape the heterosexual men as soon as they had let their guard down...
then it was the Americans, what he had been taught about them was that they thought they were better than all other westerners while they were a mix or degos, black, slavic, irish, asians, you name it all mixed in to a bowl of depraved degenerates...
Then there was the Spanish and the English, according to his dad the brits was slimy unpredictable imperialists pretending to have good manners and then they would stab you in the back...
...the spaniards where basically Arabs, and Arabs they were the lowest of them all, even lower than the homosexuals...
He observed his dad waving about and orating, the amount of saliva had started to vein, so he guess he could only hold this rage for a few hours more...
...all he had asked his father was: Dad, Are you a racist?
how could that have triggered this reaction, because he why didn´t he just answer Yes or No?
Why this Nuke explosion of feelings?
then he was glad he didn´t ask the second question...
the second question was dad, I have a Moroccan friend at the playground...
Now Jean-mill observed his dad again, those hypnotized manic eyes, all those arms waving around, his mouth swearing and saying grown-up political words...
Jean-mill thought to him self, I am not gonna be like him when I grow up... but I am longing to when I grow up because then I can play with all sorts of people without asking my father!!!
