Living in the sunlight.

More Russian tango. They are proud of defeating nazism, us though, we think Churchill did it. Here is to hoping the people of Kurdistan get united one day. It's too hot, my teeth hurt and I want to live in my own house again. I can only call it home when my GDR flag is flying, right now it isnt. My youngest brother wants to sort through 22 years worth of toys to sell at market for a new trombone. Clutter is a problem. I want to go to war, riding on the side of a T-34 with this song rattling round my head.

CHEAP DAY TICKETS TO HEREFORD, EACH WEDNESDAY FROM THIS STATION....

The newly polished floor. I can eat shit off of that floor and still feel clean inside.

Reconnaissance hums over head. I wonder what they are looking at, or what they are looking for?

Alois stumbles in and gives his son an era defining, genocide inducing thump around the head. The son falls to the floor sobbing and masturbating in a deranged and uncontrollable manner.

DAD, WHY HAS MY TONIC TURNED YELLOW?

Civil servants listen attentively to old wife's tales about adolescent sexual activity, of the blown cocks and violent intercourse, the unstoppable passion that only the fondest mothers know of.