Now a little hip hop by puppetmastaz. Before that, there was Spaghetti in red Pesto, blue water coming down from above and white foam being everywhere and there was a sweating bass riding his longboard home from a bad taste party in a really multicultural sausolitós bar. Nice talking it was to me. And i had a confusing and unexplainable accident with some people walking on the street. Luckily no damage done. I had been to the library of the matheinstitut today and was rehearsing stuff that i did not write in tests written a long time ago. With having had a powerful breakfast, consisting of bread, butter, marmalade, black tea and a cigarette(!) it was beautiful to spend an afternoon and evening with books, computers and electrodynamics.
But let me start from the beginning of these days. No less place than "die rote sonne" was chosen as the world of our party culture and let me recommend [trap] to you, what a freaking sound it was! Though there was this little misery with a bottle of rum and cola and limetten being stolen, we were just gaining pleasure, beat by beat. And it was certainly no song that i ever heard before and it was certainly, cruelly different in this sausalitós bar. My company were my intership team members and they got along with all this beauty or noise and high or confusing stuff, very well. and: Beautiful talking well it was to me.
I got home, watched the movie "coffee and cigarettes" by Jim Jarmusch and celebrated this oh so joyful living of me and the movie, and my eyes closed, i fell asleep and i got up and got breakfast...