100 Days of Vibes: Day 4

Me

This vibe is
Way harsh
U hipster
Runoff

#hipstersunite

Maybe you shoulda got a bus instead
And rode some
Partridge family waves
Singing and dancing
All thru the night

Home
Is where ever I’m
W you

Hot fudge sunny
Breakfast
And mocha dreams
Forever
I’m ️luv in
It

carles #1 fan

damn
- Me
  
  bb!!!!
  Omg I miss u
  
  Back on the wagon
  But fat tastes so good
  Detox chocolate away
  
  Try and shake away
  This disease

Bronello_Cucinelli

we care about u carles

Ce Ele

dude I was at the walmart line yesterday and saw this magazine called “Robb Report” with a well-dressed guy in the cover called Brunello Cucinelli and I thought of u
- Bronello_Cucinelli
  
  This was the only bro-based #menswear username available; “Rick Browens”, “Brolce & Gabanna”, and “Thom BROwne” were all taken.
  - Ce Ele
    
    sad… I suppose Hugo Bros was too lamestream
    - undead
      
      R u guys following carles.buzz on fb motherboard.vice?
    - Ce Ele
      
      I do now… hope that doesn’t make carl feel ‘chased around’
    - undead
      
      I had to scroll all the way down past this wacky persons nonstop rant about his ex gf marcella to find someone who said carles is on vice writing terrible articles. There good articles . Its just that nobobys commenting on the article pages and the fb comments are mad entry level. Is alls is alls..
    - Ce Ele
      
      I just read one about carl referencing seinfeld calling millennials pussies and here comes an overangered millennial writing a long serious response. Its lame. carles pls come back to where ure loved.
    - undead
      
      Yeah but if you work at vice you can sleep with any1 u want (in brooklyn). Are you nyc now carles? Lets hang! Go to emo night thursday.
    - drag mars down
      
      hey undead, is it true that you work for vice mag? could you please do me a favor? i am looking for a dead person, who should have been my husband, but the evil forces of mars, ruined our relationship… so, could you please do some research for me?
      
      i am looking for charles, who lived in Pennsylvania and died in the last couple of weeks, i guess it were around one month ago…
      i know it is creepy and probably awful to ask for something like that, but i would love to see his face a second time.
      he just had a fucking great mission, like make the society young and tell us many things in music.
      
      sorry for asking… i would need help for that, and i would love to see him..
    - mars murder
      
      and i forgot something, the god of dead, who were called charles and should have been my husband – he were jew.
      
      and wow mars moderated nazis.. and he is dead now.
    - mars nazi getting bigger …..
      
      that is how he looked like.. and yeah, as the fulminant story did tell: that my mother, sister and others should quiet smoking when we are a couple..
    - undead
      
      I don’t work for vice carles does. If you can find a good chinese medium you coulds probably talk to him briefly. But you should just keep him in your memory and move on. Smoking is cool till you are 30. Then you should quit.
    - thanks a lot
      
      yeah i guess that is what the prophecy said: but all went wrong.
      it weren’t fair at all to us…
      thanks for your answer. have a great day anyway..

marrr

I wish, though, that I cared about myself as immensely as everyone else cares about themselves.

stewart

Awesome

MetaJD

love these bb, i think it’s yr best writing

Greetings from wowie

Crls,
Real Sry ur ex was a catfish ham Sam
I mean who woulda thought …,.

What a godam waste of my early 20s
Plus now my body fat is so high
And my thighs are huge, and all I got was a friggin Chevy
Eff u man
I mean I wasted my prime on ur old ass!
Who what you look better now than ever
I got paid
Took ur ass to the cleaners and what not
Happy friyay
Keeping busy with local donuts and happy hour all yr long

Cumsluts be like

She did get fat ~
Sure she’ll just crash diet next _yrs tho

But that’s what lack of addy scrips does to secretly fat lazy cumsluts

Like duh
Drink all night
Beach bar by day
Kiss the cellulite on the thighs hell0…..cuz that shit ain’t goin no where

Newbury Street 2k_

Carl

Remember that person message you sent me regarding ur cum dripping from my nips? Well I’m ready
Let’s do this

Like
Stat

Tom Dooley

hang down your head Chron Duly

carles #1 fan

carl boo u ok sis

Me

Totes
Figs
Fur days

Supes locks
LYB

Crls ex

Fuck this community!!!!!

I hired a makeup artist
Photo person
Hair
And web page designers to create
The new improved
Me

Fuck yall
I’m hot
Young and free
And everyone wishes they were me
My life’s a dream

another ppl lie

carls, what’s up? why are you grumpy?
i feel worried. i like you.

nauthboy

im leaving college in a year and im pretty excited to nuke it again.
kind of scared tho bc i dont know how many more times i can nuke it
i probably wont be much different after
maybe this time it will be different
sometimes i take psychedelics and feel like ive “nuked” it on a smaller scale but then then i go back to feeling kind of the same
it will be harder to nuke if i get a /career/
maybe i can continue to nuke things on a smaller scale while still holding onto things such as my job

worried about my future
scared about one day being in an un-nukable situation like being a dad
I dont want to be an illusion of a dad
but i dont want to be sad and angry about my life/ identity
i feel like i should have a stronger identity that doesnt rely on continual nuking in order to “find myself”
maybe i shouldnt have played so many video games as a kid
havent most people found their identity by now?
Im selfish

.,.

r u evr guna
cum back

home

?

https://twitter.com/GasparLewis Morton Downer Jr.

Any word on Day 5?

Ur a fraud

Hey asshole
Want vibes???

Go back home
Where you belong
You selfish
Piece of shit

I know u live here
Pretending you don’t
So u can ride ur motorcycle
With some girl
That’s been with everyone
So people are impressed by you

I’m not
Go back to ur drunken
CumSluT
808
Where u belong

Either way
I don’t care
You live in a world
Where you don’t
Exist to me
Anyway

U fucking
Asshole

Kevathens

Here’s something to cheer up Carles:

repetition fail #1

jesus died for us all on his long path up the mountain without moving it.
i die a quiet deaf life over impressed by everything which breaks silence.

what is she singing about? sounds strange like arrange a voice to fight over
strange sing of beatbox failure. beat/rhythm singing strange high.

(but what is language anyway in the land of pigeon deaf?
have you seen the spikes against homeless penner in some french cities?
is that all they have against me?)
- mom
  
  still worries abt u
  - hail satan
    
    that pushed my heart so nead, truly yours.
    that the weatherman sung about a sunset buried between your eyes. the ghosts are rising. the light is dimming.
    cars safe me from the gunfight. cast away.
- Kevathens
  
  “Claque-le” means “Slap it” in French.
- Kevathens
  
  Here’s something else for you all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oAahJ8OhuI
  - cafe industrie
    
    paris is a long and complicated story…
    
    ‘take dixi-pills’ *life sucks smthms*

You

Sometimes I feel like crls looks like
A young version of Mel Gibson ; per Jesus waves
Or is it just me

nixieknoxx

agreed.
solid perception, friend.
- Same me you’ve always known
  
  I knew
  You’d
  Get it
  Bb
  
  We’re working
  On
  Our
  Sound project
  #projectthisisit
  
  Get ready yall
  Wait till they
  Get a load
  Of
  Me
  
  Love u

Sierra

we miss u

shatteredx

today u gona lost
my friend who is a wizard is making the spell right now
the pest will follow u during the next days
friends and family will reject u more than ever

witch

nice x
- chiriaqu die die
  
  yeah thats the way, marcelas made the best to the worst, and the the best to the pest.

stewart

I saw an article by carles, but I hesitate to give the address because partly I feel he’s left here due to shitty comment writers. On the other hand I know there are people here who genuinely get something positive from him, so I wanted to share that he’s out there!

poo poo man

pls dont b shitty
georde

racist
marrr

Good for Carles then. But I doubt that many of us would be eager to run after him at this point.
i knit things

that shit on vice is garbage, the worst material carles has ever put out

i hope he’s doing gay for pay and not rly that dumb

graffiti artost

“CARLES SUX”

– graffiti

Sina

please write us a new post these are brilliant

i knit things

ull never know carles how much i love u
plz dont take my sunshine away

courtroom

sorry.. but from somewhere from the awakening.. i know something about you it seems.

is yoni wolf now sick?

com on carles, are you really that brainwashed from marcela?
is it really so common in your business to get lobbyed from the rich to get richer.

the god of death is dead. we loved each other. he had our feelings. yoni as well as mine.
he was the great rapper of this universe.

the court room please

is it the play. marcela killed someone, and then said she did not. and then it really happened. and then she said she will not be responsible for that, and is playing with relationships. and nature. and then has things from someone she raped and tried to kill. and stopped her for life a live in complete harmony. as god buddha and his wife with the five kids.

google that: she is karl heinz grasser. an Austrian finance-sacretary who stole a lot of fucking money.
there is a law in the universe, i know in politics this law is pretty slow.
but when a person killed someone, moderated others that they dont like her – means manipulating them, by playing without confession, without really not answering and telling the truth about what is going on.

sorry.. not i have a massive black out.. and this is the end my only friend.

mickel moore

okay lets say it like that: i got jellies about mars. she got so much, so much beauty so much knowledge, and so much style.
as i met her, she was sooooo good damn pretty and my head were already empty.
i said things which make me seem normal. and she said things which seemed normal.
but then the question were everywhere, who has awoken me. there were no time for me to think about that, but the graffiti all around the city asked WER/we’r and things showed up, like phantasies of a fading mind.

creation showed up as a power of movement.

things did get colored and others did run away. saying nono nono in every way.
the head is off, dont let her know that. no no no. the head is shaking, but where is the flow. a rhythm a rime are falling to a crime. of the apartheid between the gender of three.

PS 42

kali kali showed up and sucked me in her mind.
stollen the eyes, where is the blind?

all my friends are funeral sin

do you know the beautiful images of kali, said the voodoo.
now we know we have three litte death baby birds.
lets eat human flesh.

the voodoo moderated me the past pest on my left hand. it has to do something with the catholic church wearing black and the middle age.
i guess because he is pissed about the god of death. in tao ism it is not common, to talk about death. it were like a secret banned.
but we never had a chance but we had and had not a chance.

the death was not really new in any way. it came to the blind. and stayed.
there were no mouth to talk with anymore.

and what did the fucking who has stolen the soul bitch anja – who said he is a demon, and hopefully you are going to die to the god of death, after they shrinked him on a body inside of his body, but there were no one there. but probably it were the body of DD.

DD a professor i heard from him first when i were on the balkony.
i read his name first in the age of 17 on a book cover called sexbeat.
it were about LSD music and free time.

and so on….

zammutos flying ears were mine, since 2003.. he captured in real time, my fascination, in the song tokio toyko the first sound and mostly only sound experiments i made with the fast forward key/button.
thanks for the banana party, with the clapping hands – the future wouldn’t that be nice.
i cry said the dog voice. i cry.

stewart

these “creative” comments annoy me for some reason

Coolstorybro

eat a dick
- stewart
  
  that’s not very creative
feely

i feel u

thanks for sharing me

why am i not breathing, i mean, my chest bones are not going up and down.
like the night were everything stopped and i gave my hand in a possiton, in which i were holding a white flower in front of my breast like in a sarkophag.
while they started to use my dream and phantasy in japan toyko to god mode/tilt shift the visual industry.
showed me blueprints of a garage complex /moderne tiefgarage.because of a name dropping moment of shrink the web of a spider.
life is funny but not haha funny.

guess where

collective motivation of

being scared in the own mind of creation.

paranoid about will i get killed for.

and in deep hope, that i can stay alive, for around 40 years.

Foto photo Telefon telephon

foryouandthepplwhocomeafterus pw for carles and his friends

please dont go too kill us, yoni and me, have to survive – kali were to fucking strong for me, in the phantasy.

BFF please sir

is tao now in, can we talk about stalking and the strange fascination of feeling the own mind implode. by searching for a friend, who spent several years without even knowing, that there is that strange fixation of feminity and the attraction to man. without being manipulated to loose the own gender, by getting to grow a beard of a man, who is definitely combined with …. lost track again.

confess pwer

sorry tao, i always meant yoni, and that is why the shaolin moderated him too meet you.
- artig
  
  bug bug bug me out of space. into nowhere.
  - shame in the need of
    
    i guess the moments where tao doesn’t feel his head anymore is when the shrinking head got the blow up of away in space.

india will fall

so, do you know what they thought they could do to me?
buddha was never good enough, it seems, the story of mother theresa was for some fucks much more important, to create a holy shit ass bitch who were allowed to destroy hunt, and ruin my god life with buddha.
now they make me a cripple, that means, my neck is super heavily in pain and i can hardly move my head.

thanks call the lawyer

lets say this could be my last will:
lets say it like that:
marcela chiriac is not allowed to have any of the stuff, which were mine since the age 1984, as well as she is not allowed to use my origins to create something similar.

anja, who as well got stuff from me, is sabotaging my origins that they lie about me.
like saying: i were always schizophrenic, what is definitely not true.
i got sick after the micros, a high dose of LSD, which got moderated because of marcela, that they can transfer stuff from me to her, that is why she got that beautiful. and that is why they hunted me out of the city, so i got a criminal.

hope you doing good

so lets finish this,
marcela and yoni, will build a family life with each other, they will get kids, and so on.
but all cost me much too much, like the micros and my nose, and my bad school efficiency. they nearly did everything to harm me and my life.
so, marcela is the main reason for that all: so, when yoni and marcela are really coming together: they will loose everything they got from me. EVERYTHING.

i do not have anything also, so why should they?

fuck the system

so, i guess it will take some time to fully caputre what happened to me, but i try to keep it in shape of a reality which is deeply in pain, because there were mostly rape, and utilization, to create something which is mostly out of my mind, and built to work against me.

they stalked me my whole life, they knew everything about me, but if i am honest, they kept my little to get better control of me and my born geniality, so they were not much for them to remember.
they focused on controlling me and my emotion, and mostly make me suffer for everything. love, compassion and friendship.
why i do mention this is: before the awakening started, they moderated by a strange circumstance michel attia with his girl friend, to the tram way station on the main street of my block. we talked a little, he told me that he found the 13 letters, i did sent him, when i were in the age of 17. i acted shy and felt strange, it did give me a pain, i can not describe. but all i know now is, that it were completely wrong.
the day the awakening happened, they moderated me to schönbrunn, i haven’t been there for a long time. and i started to feel strange fascinated by the bird circle there over my head.
i went home, i felt strange. i were sitting in front of a table staring at my computer.
i stood up, and then i felt a strange pain in my chest bones. they punched it, i went down on my knees and cried. i did fall against the door. i were crying in pain.
several days after, i saw someone fly from my left side up, i dont know where to.
i heard strange things, all made for a prophecy, so i know everything 5 years in before, as well as 1 year in before.
it were massive violent rape what they did to me. but no one seemed to care, about how do i feel or what is going on.

they plant it all and made it impossible for me, to life with a good friend of mine, who is one of my longest friends. i do remember one time, as i saw shoes from her in the vestibule it were giving me a massive high pain in my heart. i can not say why, but it did hurt.
later, as i were already starting to loose my life content, bina bought me a new pair of shoes.

(a short break now: they moderate fanta, who is an insane asshole, studieing in the same class as marcela does now, to menace me.
i hope you understand, that all what they have done to me because of marcela, would need to get to court. but because things seem so unreal, they plan to kill me instead, to ignore the rule of law. to support violent rape, for instance with fanta)

now lets start with the god of death, who got first sick, after they moderated me, the hight dose of LSD, to give my stuff to marcela.
the god of death, did knew me since i were in the age of 9. we got close to each other. or he got close to me, in my body, in my mind, i haven’t figured out that much, about that, but he did. he knew me well, i guess he knew much about the prophecy.
after the awakening: they said, he will come and take me away with him.
he came to vienna, i saw him, and i liked him. he looked after me, at the metalab. but i weren’t there. they said things i were not able to understand, and that is why we failed.
he is dead now, because the wrong god of death, marcela, as kali, i guess because of the micros she got kali, made him a false god an demon.
he were one great shaolin god, he was one great creator, and he did really really much for me.
but they hate me because of marcela, so they try to ruin everything which would be needed for me.
but now they are giving even more to her, to give me more reasons to seek revenche, and make me kill her. – that is why i call for the court room. so that i do not have to kill her, and get my stuff and my belongings.

please help me! call for a lawyer!

go fuck yoursefl

carles, do you really get marcela now?
that is totally not okay. you only know each other because of me.
you were supposed to be my friend, but now you get brainwashed because of her.
do you really find that okay, how i got treated my whole life because of her, and now, switching to her site.

stewart

shut the fuck up
- Coolstorybro
  
  that’s not very creative
  - stewart
    
    that’s ok
    - Coolstorybro
      
      Lyb
- dont talk to me like that
  
  okay lets say it that way: as they though i am old enough, they whispered in my ear: LÜG DOCH. and then they made a fulminant prophecy where i was just the body, who were loosing more and more potential of being a real human lifeforms.
  
  they took all of my senses and used them to create a magnificent machinery of bodys, which got connected as the buddhistic wheel.
  so it happened, that my senses got blind, my mouth got empty and my brain got psychotic and so it is, that i am pissed because all i figured out was, the cake is a lie.

whats up

hey carles,

someone hacked my computer, if its not you and your personal friends, i will forbid that behavior.
so help me please, that they leave my life alone, and do not get in contact with me anymore.
please call the police!

dirty underwear

lets start with this:
please could you get the court room when you are president, for raped betrayed and moderated to psychiatry persons because of mars. i get treated really bad from marcela. she is mobbing me, she has no good intention in her mind to confront me.
and she is planning more and more, to take the things away, she just has because of me.
her unthankful behavior against me.

now they are planing to delete my gmail. as well as they deleted my twitter!
have fun.

Carles Mama

carles is my son

I’m his mama

Giving birth to Carles was easy

I’m so proud of him, he’s a creative, sensitive genius

I wish I taught him a little more respect for women but the 80s were a weird time to grow up

Love you son

Your mom

sorry but what the fuck

thats the hardest part of my condition, i do not have a memory.
i really do not remember in any form what i have read or what i have written,
but why do i remember, that i am supposed to write on your blog. or on twatter or so.

so i make decision which i deeply regret. but i choose to make decisions to change something on my situation. i hate to make any of this decisions, but i can hardly say, please give me things back, as fast as you can, my life situation has to change, in the best case immediately. pleeeeeeease.
i can not be patient anymore, i waited for soooooo god damn long. and then got awoken and then blablablabla… and so on.

please change the thing with everything or so on.. why am i allowed anyway to make decisions which are this gigantic and destroying and ruining me?
what is that for a personalty which is taking away the own future?
there is something wrong!

who is that god damn person, who is making me retarded like:
why can i not write: witch which when ever i want, without these words are changing.
why is someone able to control my mind and thoughts and writing that much?

its massive rape for me, and my psych – lets go kill someone for that.

rape #1

hey there are some new news for you:

marcela chiriacs father spent several years in my body, manipulated me and gave marcela stuff which belongs to me.

dont get tricked by marcela she is a liar.
please dont fight with julian lennon okay. he is in pain because of that.

thanks man

marcela chiriacs will loose twitter. please help and support.

marcela is evil

marcela is telling me that life long enemy ship will not stop.
she did lie to you again, she did not tell you the whole truth.
they are raping me again, and keeping me little.
they treat me like a dog – thats called sadist rape.
please help me, to find out more.

as i said she is a liar, and evil.
and the holy dalai lama both of them, dosent like her.

i do not have much, which is helping me, marcela does have an army of ppl. her so called family – mafia – who is hunting me in circles and manipulating my friendships and my employment and my assurance for health care.
they menace me, and they do harm me.

so now i guess you understand, why i do want to get to court room.
please support.

thanks

dear sir,

so now we have to change some things please, help me to get my stuff back, after all i heard it is time, to publish all the things wich happened to me because of marcela.
this year without lying. the honest truth. and please sir carles, give me some stuff i would need. like: my twitter. my vice magazine. and some of the stuff i would have gotten when the god of death would be my friend.

please help me carles, to create with me awesome things like: bojack horseman. and netflix. and so on. with my and the god of death origins, and your help.
because since i were writing you emails and we are in contact japan helped us, to create.

support.

do you know what marcela did today, she lied to me, she said she is the hau ab, but she wasn’t. she deleted stuff from me which would be absolutly necessary for me.
she is evil. this weren’t things which would belong to yoni or me. so why did she delete them? she is an asshole.
she took away my tao lin connecton. as well as bankys michi rieper connection and so on.
please tell her that she should give me all my things back. EVERYTHING.

and on the balcony they said, the only thing they will own, is music. have fun yoni and marcela.

VS

hey carles, there is a japan friend of mine, you should definitely get in contact with.
but one thing is clear marcela, he dosent like you – or should i call you stewart?? –

he is a great artist, and a beautiful mind.

hope you find a good friend, or someone you know.

and is i know marcela stewart will try to find him and then forbid and manipulate the contact to this person, so i can not reach him when i would love to talk or be in contact with him. like with you sometimes carles.
could you help me that this mechanism change, and i can freely talk with whoever i want, when i want. and so on.

okay to be fair – my name is what my name is who my name is fuck you bitch.

courtroom

as i said, while the awakening were happening, i want to know it in before. i said that several times. i do/did ask questions, and did not get any response.
and now, i know things, because its too late, and do you know why, because its mars.
do you find that fair? that they treat me like shit. that they lie to me/about me?
could you please change that! i have the right to get informed. i have the right to get answers to my questions. i have to right to tell the truth, and i have the right to know the truth.

haha

17 – i guess this song is about the great american dream.
what the lyrics describe for me, the hätte/wäre/würde thing, that today gets like tomorrow and so on. its like a massive absolute.
they destroyed the possibly options, the possibility of the big dream. with it.

haha – marcelas dad, why did he knew about charles name when he should be my husband, my man, my friend. but wait a second, he should have forgotten about me, but why did he not i mean, why not? he shouted from the sky, how do i forget her how do i forget her?
i heared haha the first time, when i were standing in prag train station where they sell scientology books in the book store there. while in the train to prag i heard someone say finally and i felt massive pain.
it were my first night homeless. then there were something about kolin and politics and after i came back i figured out that my statistics from me blog which i started after the awakening, that i had eastern europa recognition, and i heard someone say: do you understand that?

what?

the finally seems to come out of my hypertalamus….

today

how did it happen, that i said i would kill yoni, what is a thing i would never do but said i would do, but i do not understand exactly why. and as i said that there were someone who could have been a possible friend, but i lost him, because i said something what i dont said but it were heard that it were said.
first of all, i would have needed the split screen to figure out, that charles the god of death were working or doing or whatever he were doing doing while i were stagnating in the coma of the delete.
i thought he were talking about sex when he said he will come he will come he will come, but i didn’t know that he meant that he will come to austria, because i shouted for banksy banksy banksy banksy, i shouted when will banksy come back to austria, i sendet emails to banksy if he were the guy who were sitting on the academy in 2012.
so i missed the split screen to figure out that there were persons like yoni or charles in the sky.
once a shaolin moderated me: he showed me his homepage. it were SIFU SHI YAN MING.
and then he came the god of death, he told me a few days in before. i went to buy shirts for him and a tie, then someone said, he never wears ties. i thought it would be a nice tie because it had skulls on them. i backed them in gift wrap paper and waited. i felt nervous, or different this days when i knew he would come. i went to my mother to wash my clothes because she is using softener which is smelling better then my regular washing powder.
i went home to the city and felt tiered, but asking all the time, when will his plain arrive, they said something about afternoon, i thought okay, relax i can sleep off. so i stayed up late (as mostly). i got awaken around 6 in the morning, i thought what? and thought about what i will wear. i bought shoes before he came that i will look pretty. high heels which should fit to the dress.
i bought blood orange juice for breakfast and went to the airport. i waited, i had a sign in my hands with his name on it. i waited and waited. and felt nervous, and felt he will never come. and then i looked at ppl and looked at them and then my inner voice said something and i left. i left frustrated and in sad, i left because i felt that someone made a bad joke.
i were sitting in the train, and usually i would turned around, but this time i were sitting there frustrated and in anger. they made a joke he will not come.
(is it because he were the guy when everything were turned around – the yes means no and the no means yes).
i were sitting in the train away from the airport. as i arrived home, someone moderated me, take off your dress and go to sleep the voice said. and so i slept a long sleep. i woke up in the afternoon. and felt confused and sick. and i heard someone say: paralyze him.
then the voices started again: where is he, where is he. i hated myself so much during this week he were in vienna, but still in hope that we still could meet.
i said many times, he should come to the metalab, he should come to the metalab, he were there before, why is he not coming. i did sent emails to julian lennon, about him, please help me that we meet, please help me that we meet. could you contact him, could you find out for me where he is? but there were no response.
i thought fuck it, and thought i have to rescue this situation, and went the day he were leaving to the airport to give him the present. i were sweating a lot there, felt paranoid, and then i heard a voice say: gundl kutschera and then the police came. it were flying right to left.
then panic controlled my life after, i tried to stay cool, and i started to lie to my family. to rescue the situation, to went to the US.
but finally in the US, i were like fucked.. and so on.

how should i forget without memory

sci-fi

few strange moments:
while the awakening: dao is the exorcist meant – SEX. what?
but i never had the memory but why do i remember when i do not remember all the time? how can someone not get connected to the own memory when there is not a reader who read the memory?
- IRL_sean
  
  the night, before the flight:
  i started to have an argument, started to have an really bad argument.
  i forgot about what at the moment, but i unbacked my suitcase. i unbacked it and said i will not fly. i give a shit about that, i will not fly. i unbacked and went to bed. i will not fly i said. and then: some voices started to say: back your luggage, back your luggage.
  and so on. let it go – how did a talkative girl gone silent.

ghrondo

miss u

do you really dont like me

so the father of marcela, and marcela herself, are menace me again,
they destroy everything which would make me healthy again, and they menace me that:
they take away my friends, the things which i created with the god of death and that they delete stuff wich would be needed for me to survive.
i guess they are about to kill me probably within the next 10 years.

shaolin and so on.

it were already after the bike accident and it happened, that time seems to shrink to a minimum. they created the moebius-schleife, so time seemed to repeat itself, by inhaling it in a specific moment, and exhale it several decades later.
so it was, that after the awakening, they said: i should do things in repeat to do the things in repeat one year later. so i went out, to a family which i haven’t seen for around 15 years, (i haven’t called them, i just rang at there door) and i got prepared for the food which will be there for me, because i were already starving to death. but as it was there were two piece of cake, i just ate one. i talked, and what repeated itself were the answers i’ve got, because it were the same word by word as it were talked decades before.
guess, who has a higher forehead a child or a grown up.

as it happened there computer got broke after i spent time there. and everything were bone-dry.

i am freezing.

they silenced me sooo much and often, that i got polite in a way which make me dump naive and silent. the loudest voice in me were a god, he were the god of death. i just saw him once, and it completely made him not me, blind. he were not able to forget about me, and surrounded me with the voice of forgiveness. he were moving my soul in a way, no one done before. it made be live in a higher voice and in the power of nature of birth.

who wants to be a leader?
who wants to be a leader?
the paper on the wall said.

sorry for mixed up culture. said the great bird.
nomades of cultures in finding new land.
but political force seemed to treat them like structure is not fully able to be prepared.

millenial cutie

Rest in Power Carles

undead

He on motherboard.vice

fight of voices over

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_Reader

i were sitting on the translation waiting for charles i guess. i were reading, to not get bored. so i had my computer in my labs and i started to read: it were an RSS-feed into my google reader from HTML-Giant and i just had the feeling i have to open his one and read the whole story. it happened that it were a story about a sex-scene, which were described really naturally and good. it had the moment in it when you think twice before you do it, like: liking someone else haary ass, and like a part of a romantic phantasy of haruki murkamis naokos lächeln seemed to repeat itself in the love without condition.
my left hand started shaking. i moved the curser around the screen, than i heard a voice say: that hurts/das tut weh and i recognized/saw something left up.
i deleted the/my HTML-giant out of google reader. i guess it were in 2011. i were sitting on my fully backed rucksack. and it felt like someone were in a fight about something i were not able to hear.

bye by LRH 2013

it is strange, to have no own voice and then there are jumping several others out of the own body, which sound like someone familiar and then there is this massive separation…
it were strange, the balcony said: then i will just only travel anymore. so i did, and when i tried to come back, she got gigantic and talked in verses which got known of me in the age — ahm, when i were a child.
i weren’t able to focus anymore, like sitting there and the points were running in-front of my eyes black white left right. then i smashed windows for reasons which i then did understand when the pain were just a fading ghost.
i figured out it is the – no she did, yes she did not thing.
sorry, for hurting so badly. but that he were on the academy, came back, but i hardly have any memory of him..
and then ppl are barely dont know know him and so on..
- where is he now?
  
  while i were still as often sitting on the westbahnhof, the translation i mentioned before, were is free WIFI and it is sometimes nice to spent time on. the christmas trees are ugly there. so much christmastreesphres on the trees, shiny shiny and american as fuck.
  
  some manly voice said: await the moment when the nazi-grandmother will come.
  
  she did came, an person with an reichs-eagle tattoo..
  or ahm.. like other moments… as long as you dont want to have kids with putin…
  
  but things which were cool before the awakening were – that there were an american as a candidate in russia. he played basketball. and so it is.. that mario monte who were mentioned on the balcony. got in italy. ‘president’ and then he had to leave, before he were able to do his work. he should counted things, like black white left right.

stewart

I mean obviously this is over and I don’t know why I keep coming here hoping there will be a new post. But while I’m here, I have to ask: who are you that keeps writing these long posts? I thought maybe it was Carles continuing the site in the form of comments only. But no. What do they mean? It’s troubling that whoever you are you are talking in an empty room, in very cryptic language, no less.

courtroom

do you fall well?
haha.. as your father used to say…
- stewart
  
  but why does a father even factor in lengthy robust appeals to a properly applied defense at all?, courtroom drama host of adobe reader shop credit card line by line??

dat_bro06

Be free Carl. We <3 you. I will alvvays believe.

courtroom II

courtroom against julian lennon, for supporting actions from marcela chiriac:

so now guess, who made julian lennon younger around two decades ago?
guess again: who gave julian lennon the ability to create, to support marcela chiriac.
guess one more time: what did the system do to create such fulminant ass shit like marcela? what did happen to me because of her? or why is the god of death now dead, when he came just because of me to the academy in 2011, with unwashed hair, and probably haven’t showered for days, when marcela was just bling bling and shiny and sooooo super fresh? and i got homeless and hunted out of the city?
why do the real die for the fake?
were marcela punk? without me? NO
were marcela at daniel richters without me? NO
but she has nothing to give me. but why?

so lets start with:
what have julian lennon to give up, to stay in support to his friendship with marcela?
all the powers he got from me just because of me and the god of death.
with is proven because who made him young?
all the creational powers he and marcela do have and use – against me – are now becoming the powers of JUN.

have fun flip site shit.

be my funeral singers

the reasons why i am probably are going to die:
then it is marcelas fault, it is her power witch is taking out my heart of the body.
you could help me ask: where did my heart go to? who got my heart? and why do i loose my own heart, when it is biological mine? and when do i get it back, when do i get the things back which belong to me. and when do i become that what i should have become an tibetan lama. but it is hard when the powers of marcela, which are definitely water, so it is china, so it is the reason why i do not feel hunger anymore when i am hungry…
ai wei wei wasserschmuggler should be proof enough.

during the awakening someone said: mars is republican.
did marcom x die because of a republican assassin?
did john lennon died because of an republican assassin?
did indira gandhi died because of sharia law?
and so on.. one time is enough i think.

courtroom

i know that sounds more then ridiculous, but i guess marcelas father mostly knows german because of me.
i can not prove it.. you know its hard to convict stuff like that.. but it is probably to 80% true.

so what shall i do now? hardly able to talk, hardly able to communicate outgoing. as i did when i were a child and not all made for marcela.
but there were a little light of hope, it were charles the god of death. he felt what i have suffered for, he were with me. he were the phrase feel me and so on.
who will support me now, when he is gone? hello? is there anybody out there?

obscur 179

and they moderate richter, as they did with fanta, who are really would kill me and so would richter do.

and the son of nick cave died, because marcela chiriac were jelious and said: if julian lennon would know nick cave personally, he would tell him something.

i have to say, it happened days before, that i felt strange at night, at night when mars rises. i heard my inner voice say: close the window, close the window, they want through you out.

and then, when marcela stalked hipster runoff, who is in contact with me, who i sendet an email with a video of nick cave talking sickbag, the next day, after sending this email: i heard her say what i said int eh first line.

on the next day in the news were written, that nick caves son is dead.

but how? when marcela said she did knew nothing.

and nick cave said during the awakening: she kills everything that i – i were personally as well me – love.

why did obama had a war on drugs after the awakening against south america.

when i were south america and obama?

i helped obama to find with maya and the white shoes osama bin laden.

why does a magazine like rolling stone bash obama? climate change read. they are rezetieren, a passage of obama which were definitely written by a lama and his helpers.

marcela is using a technique witch should not be used from a person like hers.

she is stalking me and taking away my stuff. she is censoring and uses her powers against me and my social over air interactions. she is manipulating them and take them away from me.

find out for me. since when did her father know about me.

find out for me, since when does her father speak german.

find out for me, since when is marcela using the technique – wohins zieht – to rape and influence all of my contacts and belongings.

find out for me, did marcelas dad know in the week of 2011 when the god of dead where in vienna, did he knew that he were in vienna?

find out for me, since when does marcelas dad know eva rötzer personal.

and is it true that marcela moderated while i were at night riding underground, when i lost my super 8 camera, which i would have needed to go to amsterdam to the art university, now call eva rötzer. that were one day before we should have met, and i said i can not come to the meeting.

find out for me, was it really marcelas father who said, while i were waiting on westbahnhof, warte bis die nazi oma kommt.

find out for me, did marcelas father knew about the books concert in krems when i had money to afford a ticket for the concert.

as i started to work in 2009 before florian hufsky died, my geldbörse got stollen 3 times and i got moderated tickets the few weekends i were in vienna, i guess it were two week ends, i got tickets for riding without ticket in the office.
and dont forget julian lennon confessed it, and yoni wolf did.

she is hearing after me the contacts which i am in contact with, and uses there codes to delete stuff which shouldn’t be deleted.

so and now tell me, why do some of her personal friends have ears and mine not?

why is she allowed to manipulate my personal surrounding friends.

marcela(s) are stalking, as i said. all stalkers will be deleted, and all the information they stalked will get back to the owner, but marcela will get braindead, because she is owning informations which are not belonging to her. so die chiriac.

kanye west – is not blocked of my connections over air. because marcela find herself more important.

for a few seconds i experienced the paralyze again, which were definitely marcela, so now we probably understand, why the god of death got paralyzed when he were in vienna, because marcela is manipulating my thoughts, and made it happen that while i were on the academy, i felt paralyzed in my brain sometimes. i mentioned it, and it happened that when the god of dead came the second time to vienna, he got paralyzed. it were the right side, brain dump.

and marcela is bedrohen me with support.

lets say it that way: that if its true that marcelas dad know about that the god of dead were in vienna in 2011. marcela and yoni will not know each other personally.

so marcelas father said: wait till the nazi oma is coming to westbahnhof, and wow what a wonder, she appeared. but when i say: marcela moderated the widerbetätigung in berlin, they say no thats not true. but could you please explain me: why were it able that marcelas father moderated the nazi oma to westbahnhof but not the widerbetätigung in germany?

so i guess that lead to the fou pax at the biennale with lars van trier where he said he could understand nazis.

i have to confess it mostly all happened in my body, behind my back, and all i were able to recognize were that my self-esteem where shrinking and shrinking, marcela got more and more of beauty and feminity sucked out of me, with the big love of the god of dead life. who adored her, more then anything else. i was just his fucking garbage back or lets say it like werner herzog, much more adoreable – come home to your master plastic bag.

WHO RUINED WHOS LIVE NOW?!

xtian o

i luv dis concept bb. better scale it already before it becomes a cute e-book on amazon

Tim FilmDubs Kroeker

dammit Carles.

fuck marcela brainwashed yoni

hey back in the jard for a litte – court talk:
as i heard, marcela did has met eva rötzer, which means, that i got homeless, because of marcela.
so now the story how it happened: rosa who had mine and the intuition of the god of dead, came to the academy, where she met marcela. i saw them both, because someone had the opinion i should talk with rosa as well. but then the japan hau ab, booted me away. so rosa and marcela talked with each other.
rosa were a student of eva rötzer, i know her because she made a prophecy in my childhood, i were around 7-8 years old. this prophecy were made for the god of dead and marcela.
and all happened because of fashist korea i guess.

shave

finally, such a surprise. mars is about to kill me.
they moderate me a heart-stillstand. and make things vanishing which come to me.
like the night from wednesday to thursday. i got some stuff back but after yoni and marcela appeared in the sky again, and didn’t let me sleep. the things did disappear out of my mind again.
now they are pissed because i said i will NEVER forgive mars. but i guess someone like you can understand, that ppl should not be forgiven who worked for nazis.
and yeah i guess you can see, why they trying to kill me, because i speak the truth.
and that person called marcela who is ‘scheinheilig’ is like oh no, we did? such a shame, but let it be forgotten now if got more then enough mostly things i took away from you(me) and so on…
now she has the powers of yoni wolf and that is why the shaolin are confused and really like.. what shall we do now?

sorry carles, for using your blog to share this things but honestly you seem to be the medium and attention i need. thanks for all the friends of carles, and others who read this things, probably you can help me or share interests with me.

courtroom III

about yoni and his bitch chiriac:
the things from the god of dead and me shall all go to hipster runoff, so he can take care of them with me, because mr. runoff is supporting most of my actions, and i wish that he, as a great master of WU get the stuff.
so that mr. runoff is creating with me the things i would have created with the god of dead, who as i said should have been my husband and is dead now – so who will take care now of the things will create them and keep them alive? -, and that, i guess gives me the right, to own the things. get them back and create with them. with ppl i love, with ppl i honor, with ppl i would love to see on top of the world – like mr. runoff!

thank you.

ps: thats definitely something which will be from my lawyer to yoni.

they are more then dangerious

KOREA IS HURTING MY HIPSTER FRIEND
GO TO COURT HELP SUPPORT
i guess they are acting that way, because they dont know, what carles had for duty..

please help that carles is getting stuff which should be mine and the god of dead ones.
and help that JUN and carles are working together.

thank you

bad dog*

we have to take a few thing away, because the fact that time is not time and space is not space.. and two spaces can exist separately together in one space and exist, means that there can be a lot of confusion at the outcomes.
so the nazi widerbetätigung in germany happened in 2000-2006 where 10 immigrants died, and it were before the micros.
I HAVE TO FULLY APOLOGIZE IN THIS CASE TO MARCELA CHIRIAC AND HER FATHER: the cruelty of the story is not fully captured anymore, there is just a blurry fading light of a dead god, and the capability to remember on different levels in different bodys in which it happened, that news got confused mit news inability to change much, as well as the information of news – they just can educate ppl and show that we should grow a heart.
got moderated now from picture plane and *shrug*

i am honestly sorry, this are time and space problems. info und info verarbeitung.
remember ebenen.. and so on..

sorry. again. it were defiantly my fault of capturing the planet.
i hope we can fix that.
change me.

WUFF WUFF WAU WAU – miau *wink*

stewart

With respect, this doesn’t make sense. Unless this is a joke or art then I think you are trapped in your own mind. I would hold that mirror up to you so you can see that what others are seeing in what you write is madness.
- FUCK CHRAQU
  
  thank you stewart, i see that madness were a great skapunk band, with great mind of social-analytics-strategies in there lyrics.
  thanks for your mirror. the neurons are still looking for my dead husband.

picture of eyes

chiriac lennon lobby assholes. are harming my friend picture plane.
DO YOU FIND THAT FAIR; that still chiriac is growing and growing, and all the spirit of a dead god get harmed, deleted, and never remembered.
you fucking lennon chiriac die die..

BLEH

carles bro, r u still alive? miss ur posts tbh

Carles.buzz

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