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BIBIZA & MOLA - viertelnachvier (official video)
BIBIZA & MOLA – viertelnachvier (2022) [AT]

Speaking of suffering

Our dear friend Marc found out that stupid people make millions by posting pointless clips on YouTube. We quickly figured that drugs draw attention, and while I knew he had talent, he is currently outdoing himself. In his last clip, I swear he asked viewers to send him 25 bucks because he had run out of money, and his Delta-9 vaporizer needed a refilling.

I want to team up with him. We had been in touch before but did not get along. However, I can’t act and got a radio face, so Marcel and René are the future of junkies producing trash content for YouTube.

I already started working on ideas (running gags based on his character/act) and found out his girlfriend seems super nice. Also, she owns a car and seems sober all the time. I like her smile and her voice. She might have a screw loose somewhere for spending time with Marc but my scripts won’t make it to Hollywood. And, this is true, even I cannot help but sometimes watch him doing his YouTube live streaming thing.

Cocaine Royalties

One of the ideas is that junkies would always read old newspapers (because you can get them for free and nothing is older than yesterday’s news) and not understand what they had just read but nonetheless discuss it on YouTube.

I tried three takes, and in the third newspaper, I, unfortunately, found out about someone who might live not far from here, but who cares: That Boris in the teaser image far far above on page one is real and has written one of my all-time favourite songs. He was recently diagnosed with cancer.

He will survive, I am sure. So is he. That Hodgkin’s lymphoma I happened to experience as a child. Although by far not the worst thing I remember from those days, and somewhat doubtful if that thing was actual cancer, they also told me I could be dead in a few months, or, who knows, maybe years.

His posting on Facebook reminded me of that moment. He says he was diagnosed with the worst variant of that thing, which is very unfortunate. There is more: I told the doctors this cancer thing does not hurt and is a stress symptom, and taking me out of school for a year would be my biggest wish and surely help. Boris might also have worked a little too much lately. He appeared on a prime-time TV show that demands many hours of hard training which means sports.

Maybe, our stories are not similar at all, and I am just stupid.

Beginne jeden Tag mit einem Lächeln
The Magic of Positive thinking (2021)

Still, here is why I know Boris will get well soon again: An army of doctors of who I do not even know their names found out about other doctors constantly telling me I were about soon to die and poisoning me with the absurdest medication so toxic, even the manufacturer (!) admits it is deadly, slowly killing you. It got FDA approval only because they had statistics showing that patients were less likely to commit suicide if took the poison pills, which would prolong life for maybe two years – on average – which some consider a success.

A random US doctor publishing a paper that reads like a wild mix of assumptions and marketing language and describes an even wilder mix of experimental medication of which nobody could even tell what these pills do is what they used to prescribe and test on me.

That has finally come to an end. No more terrorists who could force me to try whatever rehab or experimental pills or undergo sketchy tests or even surgery again. That might not be super-fantastic news only, actually, and I am afraid I will find out soon…

I used to get paid for sleeping.

If you wonder how I could find the time to start another (this) blog: The agreement was to stay in bed and avoid any kind of stress for three or five years with a steady income to make sure I would not need to move a finger.

After two or three months of sleeping around the clock, however, I got up and discovered that song that translates, “I am a mountain, huge, I am a stone buried under stones; I can hardly move, so slow, I look as if were dead; Terrible, afraid, my tears fill rivers; Nobody hears me screams, nobody notices when I cry.”

Inspired by music, I made plans again. That song is actually the blueprint for what used to be RC SCENE. Well, Boris is a musician. Q.E.D.

I am not going to post any songs by Boris because I cannot access Facebook, and the two newspaper articles that claim to sum up his posting on Facebook hold so much information, intimate details, that I would not want to read about myself even if I knew would drop dead tomorrow.

Kopenhagen Infirmer and Tomorrow! are local newspapers. On the internet, however, you never know if not a lie. Citing actual newspapers is not necessary to receive public funding from the Austrian government. A guy called Core once proposed to support only newspapers that do not make up lies. He has never ever received anything close to fair or positive reporting since.

I would not know how media professionals handle things, but when Kurier newspaper picked up a story that someone working with a certain Helmut had first discovered here and that went viral which means most other newspapers also want to have that story, the Kurier team could not believe how much better that journalist with Helmut could be with US news agencies. When they asked her how she did it, she said that the story was not real, and how that could not have been obvious?

I read about the story in US media, and so did she, I guess. Understatement is a rare quality, by far not the common case here. Also, quite a statement about how you maybe feel surrounded by Austrians, who, of course, all call you a liar printing nothing but lies.

When the police stopped me on my way commuting (walking) home from work, they shouted at me because they did not believe me. Walking is not the common case here. They sat in a car, as usual, and called me a liar. I am not like that noble journalist, and I bet neither is she.

Some Ulli (she is with the Vienna City government but best-known for holding the world record for the person with the most photos showing someone standing next to a trash can and nobody else to see published in magazines) announced even more public spaces with benches and trees inviting taxpayers to enjoy the sun. Within walking distance of that very police home.

The parliament not long ago discussed that the police are still allowed to shoot you if necessary if they catch you sitting on a bench for no reason AND you failed to prove that you had gotten a COVID vaccine shot not longer ago than 5 months and 29 days. Nobody is cynical here, but that the police demands more budget because more personal turns out impossible, nobody wants to join them, and their job would have become more complicated, does not come a surprise. We are no longer legally obliged to get a vaccine shot. The parliament repeatedly mentioned that there is no more no more must to be vaccinated but the extended police terror emergency legislation remains unchanged because we have no budget. Tricky.

Fatoni & Edgar Wasser – Das Leben ist dumm (prod. by Mine, Fatoni & Edgar Wasser)
Fatoni & Edgar Wasser feat. Mine – Das Leben ist dumm [DE]

Get well soon!

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