Bei den Silbermenschen - CHEessica and CHElly.

Winds of CHEnge. The sad CHElly fish kisses CHEssica Simpson, in his sweet-water dreams, while listening to polka music from the CHEck Republic. In his dreams CHElly fish bubbles in the CHEdow of the weeping willow: "You have no CHEnce CHEssica, you need to consider a CHEnder CHEnge." CHEntly, CHEntly, old faCHEned CHEssica puts the horn to her mouth and starts to blow it CHElincately. CHElly hears this and thinks about the maCHEstic walls of CHErico, being attacked by the very blond Señorita Simpson. CHErico, the new capital of the Altiplano, where the dinosaurs sleep eternally in the CHErassic park. Where Dr. Ernesto aka CHElly CHEck out CHEssica's CHEst. But she does not notice and eats some CHElati, CHElly fish CHElati and thinnks about the nothingness of the CHE. TouCHE.

Tainted, kind of.

The moment was formulating it's thougths,
of adding oneself from memory,
fighting a memory that is tainted,
like someone whose arm has been torn off in an accident,
this is a tough business,
you alone know how much our talks cost me,
do you?

The Über-Yuppie.

He is the Über-Yuppie.

As a graduate he made copies,
but that exec MBA soon paid off,
he was still doing absurdities,
but rich enough to afford SmirnoffTM.

He is the Über-Yuppie.

The Paradeplatz in Zurich was his hood,
he was spending big Francs at Indochine,
but his friends on FacebookTM were no good,
after work they found him annoying.

He is the Über-Yuppie.

He wanted to earn a million,
to get a big ball’s career,
have an i-banker reputation,
but he was an idiot, that was clear!'

He was the Über-Yuppie.

Oerlikon.

Adapt your tactics. – Not letting them home know. – Legitimate. – Door to door. – You already know too much. – Uglier. – Time to get back into the kitchen. – Peak. – Valley below. – History tends to punish. – Tram Nummer 11 fährt vom HB nach Oerlikon. – Before the snow goes. – Patiently wait. – Broken backs can still crawl. – Just one example. – Full measure. – You want it closed. – Book about the semester. – I don’t know. – Minor. – Sit next to me. – President. – You know how busy it can get. – If you can’t balance the two. – You’ll show up every day. – And never forget, “Oerlikon stinkt”.

Do not take any risks.

Went to the old town today,
to buy a present for a birthday,
kinda difficult at that age,
especially if it is not a mortgage.

But I filled my used bags,
walking behind some riskless ass,
as usual I have bought a book,
this time about how to cook.

Eagle yourself.

Back then, during the long days, sometime between the early morning library and early evening beers at Adriano's, the Eagle was bored. So bored, that he started buying sish kebab skewers to avoid reading about crappy GAAP. But somehow the Eagle managed to read the relevant pages and graduated (again) and became an important manager. So important, that he did not have time to use his sish kebab skewers. Now the Eagle is flying off towards suburbia. The buffallo is impressed, happy and jealous.

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Beauty in a cocoon.

Suddenly the socks back in pairs,
sitting and smiling on my wooden chairs.
Tendency to sleep until noon,
living in her own cocoon.

Pictures of old city houses,
I think my plants need some douses.
And then slap-bang: farewell,
If I were religious, I would end up in hell.

Extreme Gucci-ing.

I'm a Gucci girl, in a Gucci world,

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere,

Imagination, life is your creation,

Come on Gucci, let's go party!

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Salmon fishing in the Yemen.

Interviewer: Today we're going to consider the question of salmon fishing, which makes a refreshing change. More specifically, we are going to talk to Prime Minister Jay Vent about salmon fishing in the Yemen. Earlier this week I spoke to the prime minister about this at Number 10 Downing Street.

I: Prime Minister, isn't the very thought of salmon fishing in the Yemen an idea from way out on the lunatic fringe?
Jay Vent: You know, Andy (interviewer), sometimes someone comes up with an idea that is improbable but truly, truly heroic. I think that's what we've got here, with my old friend Sheikh Muhammad. He has a vision.
I: A lot of people, perhaps not knowing enough about it, would describe it as more of a hallucination than a vision.
JV: Yes, Andy, maybe to some people it does sound a little crazy, but let's not be afraid of thinking outside the box. My government has never stepped away from challenging new ideas, as you know. You know, Andy, if you'd been a reporter when the first ship was built from iron rather than from wood...
I: Sometimes it feels like I have been doing this job rather a long time, Prime Minister.

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, Paul Torday, Phoenix, London, p. 105

Just above the sink.

It was what the visitors expected,
not everything seemed to be reflected

Downstairs, just above the sink,
a large broken mirror.

Somebody had tried to fix it,
but it still looked like shit.

"21" von Gastbloggerin Shaun

radiant body, enrapture me.
depressed strings, violin bow
mercilessly
drawn across the expanse of my back
song of yourself made manifest
sweet symphony, arrest me.
make me your own.

Geschrieben von Gastbloggerin Shaun aus Chicago, merci.

"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Oh Buddha, I'm mad as hell,

nothing but vegetable in my brain,

fat chance that I am going insane,

it must be Appenzell, oh bloody hell.

Titel von Howard Beale in Network, USA, 1976 - Dieser Eintrag ist dem Eagle gewidmet. Möge er eine grosse Flügelspannweite ausweisen. Flieg' Eagle, flieg'.

Thinking about salad, a lot.

Green-white stuff in the salad spinner,

Dutch carrots on the floor,

Olive oil dripping from the door,

Salad is not a real dinner.

Doggy from Odessa.

A yellow auto is standing out in the green,

not large, not small, something in between.

Listening to those childish songs from Vanessa,

with her teeth like fishermen in Odessa.

Now the car is moving without noise,

and I notice that I am not too wise,

because the automobile is a buggy,

designed for a rather tired doggy.

Quietly.

She was kinda goldfishy,
glowing and shining,
next to her I felt rubbishy,
but I never felt about abandoning.

The river flowed quietly,
we stood there quietly,
and I just couldn't come up with a reason to tell her that it was difficult and that we should not see eachother anymore.
I just stood there quietly,
and she smiling,
glowing,
glittering,
shining.

Quietly.

Passionate client service.

Don't make problems - solve problems.
Be available and responsive - at all times.
Don't wait for the call - call now!
Demonstrate that you really, really care.
Go the extra mile, get the extra reward.
Make them feel special.

Tray.

Oooh baby I love your way,
just need another Sunday.

I can see the sunset in your left eye,
especially on Mondaaay.

Seeing you with that tray,
filled with rotten fruits from Bombay,
is so hot, mainly on Saturday.

Splinters in our asses.

During our crappy winters,
we threw many glasses,
because we were on our asses,
winters filled with splinters.

Splinters of disbelieve,
beers in our bellies,
in our pants mellow willies,
living months of grief.

Suddenly a singing sparrow,
my friend learned another ABC,
talking like being crazy,
knocked down by an arrow.

The promised weekend.

The sigh of disappointment was far away,
but I could still hear it through the airway.
That enthusiasticly promised weekend,
with the strategy-minded friend.

I decided to blame the almost-bankrupt airline,
that nowadays even charges for a glass of wine.
Those dorks on the board of directors,
are such stingy horde of amateurs.