tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61677840163408537722011-07-08T04:09:39.828-07:00made_in_GDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566516022810240506noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167784016340853772.post-6183900742036868292009-09-09T12:41:00.000-07:002009-09-09T12:47:08.775-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8H7Jibx-c0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8H7Jibx-c0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br>It seems funny to me now that I was once filled with any kind of confidence in anything I do. Jobless, useless and most of all drinkless.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167784016340853772-618390074203686829?l=thebrutalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>made_in_GDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566516022810240506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167784016340853772.post-71974176934836680242009-08-13T06:13:00.000-07:002009-08-13T06:24:23.789-07:00More 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.<br><br><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KS6guwt-PBU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KS6guwt-PBU&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br><br><img src="http://www.aberjonapress.com/catalog/sh/images/t34_76c.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167784016340853772-7197417693483668024?l=thebrutalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>made_in_GDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566516022810240506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167784016340853772.post-73488748946074266892009-08-12T17:05:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:08:32.566-07:00The newly polished floor. I can eat shit off of that floor and still feel clean inside.<br /><br />Reconnaissance hums over head. I wonder what they are looking at, or what they are looking for?<br /><br />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. <br><br><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TX1wg9LhjKI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TX1wg9LhjKI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167784016340853772-7348874894607426689?l=thebrutalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>made_in_GDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566516022810240506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6167784016340853772.post-12620525509597156172009-08-12T16:50:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:04:43.069-07:00Civil 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. <br><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V38LVeUO2Xo&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V38LVeUO2Xo&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6167784016340853772-1262052550959715617?l=thebrutalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>made_in_GDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566516022810240506noreply@blogger.com0