THIS ISN’T SOME KIND OF METAPHOR
Goddamn, this is real.
These are some pics I took with my phone recently.
The first one is of the KNOTORYUS car crash on the highway.
A car full of girls on their way to a Madonna concert lost control at 90 miles/h and crashed into our car while the whole KNOTORYUS fam was in it. No one was hurt. We lived to post pics of it on the internet. It was 4 in the afternoon and raining hard. In the back of the other car, one of the Madonna-fans was passed out and slept through the whole thing.
The local market stalls are overflowing with Michael Jackson tribute shirts. I kinda dug this one.
Underneath the shirt was this:
The Undertaker merchandise. How’s that for a sense of humour?
Speaking of funny: here’s the official KNOTORYUS office snack. It’s for sale in most supermarkets here. I guess there was no one around who spoke English when they named it at the marketing dept.
Creepy: the sign above the meat pile in the middle reads: ‘SOUL’.
13 euros for two pounds.
I know people who have settled for less. (Not you. You have a great weekend.)
THE SQUIRREL SONG
(as seen above)
This is a sad fuckin’ song
We’ll be lucky if I don’t bust out crying
How does it feel?
Your night light, your curling iron
Lit up by the sweat of others,
For many’s the day
But not from November to May
The floor is littered
With woodchips and apple cores
And hulls of acorns
There is a chattering sound
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels.
(And there were thousands)
This isn’t some kind of metaphor,
Goddamn, this is real