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Nice & Violent Confusion: Doubtlessly nóvember 29, 2008

Posted by herraheri in M. L'éléphant.
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Nice to have some champagne. Funny when the bubbles do their lively bubbling in your mouth and stomach, wandering to your brain. Nice. Ce dur, en fait. I want to cry. I want to laugh, I want to destroy something and eat strawberry joghurt afterwards, I want to chill out, I want to break any limit possible, I want to bake a cake with my tears and feed it to some laughing owls in the middle of a black night in Transylvania. I want to grow vampire teeth to suck myself empty and fill my undead life with blood at the same time. I want to dance, I want to hurt, I want a bloody wrist and a rope to salute a circus wandering by – with beautiful bears and lions.


Spin a Wheel for Creativity apríl 22, 2008

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, M. L'éléphant, Mr. J. Squirrel Phd..
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Plug in. Imagine yourself in a tiny little room. Not to small – there will be enough space for a few instruments, some people and something to drink. And a drumkit. It might be a little loud if a band played in the room. But for now there will be no band playing. There will be nothing more than reading. Calm reading. Slowly turning the pages following the story of Nabokov’s Lolita or maybe even the adventures of Oedipa Maas in Pynchon’s Crying of Lot 49. Nothing but calm reading. AHHHH.

Plug out. Turn on. How did those people manage to enter the room. Yes! It’s the ill-famed Herra Héri Orchestra, packed with instruments, playing as if they dared to give noise a new definition. But somehow you like it. Vibe. And suddenly, a squirrel comes out of a bottle of vodka and whispers into your ear: Eat a tune, and follow it carefully. Starlight and forrest multiplied by peas with six electrons on their premium gas atoms. Watch for the sun. Care for positron and Gauss with his equations. Never mind the harmony. Silence. You leave the room – enter the wood – a coocoo is blowing his tune. You take out your wallet and shake it. Fortune.