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changeling @ 2006-07-02T21: 14:00

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The Old Man of bread scattered on the window sill in order to enjoy the birds who came to visit him. He thought he would be lonely when he was not. The dilemma of his life.
breakfast he was in dread. He was in his mid thirties, but already tormented his tired bones so many niggles.
debt was among other things, the wrong diet. Dripping fat and they had to be, "the right thing, for a man," as he called it. And often in his dinner table could be luxurious. "Man (n) and only treat it."
He had constructed the image of the eternal child around them. It allowed him to missteps, he took responsibility for themselves and others and no one was allowed to be angry long. He also gave the young, as he associated only with younger ones. This young Fraundeskreis had earned him his nickname, the Old Man.
He was characteristically agile enough to fill this role, physically rather stocky. This girth he brought to bear, was whenever he accused his childish behavior. Then suddenly he was the silver-gray wolf, the old man, experienced, who had been through a lot of shit. Yet he was repeatedly confirmed how young he was still.
He played the gigolo. With instinctive certainty, he was always women who sought him as a father and friend. Ten years difference, it should be. They also needed an unshakable belief in the division of labor between the sexes, and they had to acknowledge him as a protector. They should cook, can keep children and knuckle. They had daughter for him and his mother in one. For that he paid them with experience, he paid them with sex.
It was easy for him, nice girl to conquer with his lies. He had that charm, that special charisma for first impressions. A few roses here, a glass of wine there, always the same calendar sayings about love. Person would have to call it cynical and calculating, he would not be fully absorbed in his role (about the total, as people nachsagt Hitler and the role of the leader occasionally).
course he was against his buddies, (because he had no real friends,) also to the other extreme, the absolute Machosein capable. His volatility
and his moods were his positive image to crumble quickly, collapsing the facade. He could never long of a woman or man should say, from one thing to stay fascinating. Always, he moved on, in his infinite greed for youth, which he equated with continuous change.
He saw ever-changing faces on his sofa, from people he in his den, his apartment had lured the suburbs, where he granted them as a sovereign, absolute master of the house audiences. In fact, he ordered to audiences, because he was slightly angry when people turned down an invitation.
He loved his home. The elect, he offered here the performance of household types, which also could be time sensitive and not so smart and confident, like he always did.
His guests were like the birds he drew on the window sill. The bread crumbs were chunks of inwardness, which seemed to reveal it. Always feel as much as necessary so that people could be chosen because he learned it something personal, a look behind the mask was given. No wonder he likes to eat onions. For behind the one figure was only the next. Everything was composed. His life was a role-playing. Perfectly executed roles, unfortunately selected two-dimensional Hollywood figures. He loved the flat mass productions of the dream factory. Therefore
disappeared soon gained him the love for people who, once they are no longer the total superficiality, this tragedy endured. Some did not even know why they avoided him. He was in many ways too much.
His partners, he drove himself (or should tell people he exchanged them?)
from revered became lovers, lover of life were companions. Girlfriend and he promised the marriage until they were boring. Because marriage meant loyalty, loyalty meant a halt meant the loss of youth and adolescence was all that kept him away from the depression. Youth saved him from loneliness.
boredom drove him into the arms of neighbors. Which was then carefully contingency plans for the affair. "Flying change," he called it in his diary. The real diary, which he did not show special friends sometimes. What was new was better. The old man was put off, or weggepoppt secretly. He was a Filou and knew two of his ladies against each other. The New then became the new lover, life partner, etc.
-men held him frustration and purchases fit the dreams of big money. be hip and young, had things to get the distorted image in the mirror upright. "If you tried new can not be old," was his philosophy. He was convinced, after all, he was the only one of the longer believed in him. His fountain of youth were espresso machine with milk frother, the latest mobile phone forever with penis enlargement guarantee, an ultra-horny multimedia facilities, and of course the best laptop in the city.
with which he made Ebay uncertain to again and again to secure bargains. His last achievement was a disco ball in the bedroom, which he irradiated with a brothel-red lamp. He also dreamed of larger purchases: a billionaire villa in Majorca, a silver arrow from the first series or a luxuriously equipped with a bowling alley island somewhere in Polynesia.
While he dreamed of the latter only, he acquired an easy fortune already with the peanuts out of petty cash.
"Why a need for operation 1000 € stamps?" He borrowed the money only, and soon he would travel there. For this he was fishing, rich friends who were able to quickly and willingly to advance by 500 € until end of month. He had recognized that a Armanianzug opened the door.
Often enough, however, the time is not everything in order. Then he was quickly back on the road.
Besides his love of games just changed his socks and his jobs in the same frequency.
He called the "Fast-paced and modern", in less happy playing moments, he said bravely. "I can manage" If
his charm had then helped him again, to sneak into a position as supervisor of a doubtful call center, his former lover whispered biting: ". shit always floats above"
But sometimes, sometimes, because he lost everything at once.
His "friends" were not blinded in the sense of the word corresponding simulated. The women joined forces and together and blew his whole emotional tour threw back at him, made him melancholy, and no audience far and wide, he could give Ethan Hawke as Hamlet. The last
Gentlemanagreement with an employer had burst and his reputation in an industry or city first then. These
Times, it mutated into the TV junkie. From the large flat screen wallpaper, flickered against scandal reports, when tormented him more solitude. Strange voices, strange people! The oldest joke in the entertainment industry. He needed no interaction, only one-way communication. White Noise, which made the silence inaudible.
Every two weeks he received his little daughter. He playful with her minutes and hours, you put the world to their feet and inoculated one, the new dad would be a bad person. This was followed by calls to his only ex-wife. Complaining of his behavior in front of him, held his way he would put a lot of trouble threatening in severe cases, their daughter no longer him leave.
"Will finally grow up," was the most commonly used phrase in all these discussions. The
outraged him, pushed his fortress of ignorance and pride. However, he held something in the track. Finally, he could only help his daughter to become a good person, when he went in appearance to the demands of the mother.
"This whorish bitch," as he called them genuine in his diary. Constantly changing partners were simply not a role model for young girls. One day he would be rich and give to his child a proper home, far away from this witch.
Then came the bad news: Mother and daughter were with the new man to pull Illinois.
in a few months was at the parade. All labor and actions did not help. The decision stood. In complicated, seemingly official German wording, he wrote to authorities in order to generate sympathy for his situation. Unfortunately, he had been seated, smoking pot would make creative. Accordingly, incomprehensible and drivelling, had his requests for gasoline appear normal official. The loneliness was given a new dimension.
He fed his birds with sad countenance. Sparrows, blackbirds, tits and finches. As he
the elect, who had held out the longest, had said until recently, he recently even a falcon sighted.
Two weeks later, his animal guests were gone. The St. Francis had no audience more. Only the powerful Falcon could be one more, two times look. But his prey had disappeared and he had to open itself to other hunting grounds. Breadcrumb accumulated on the plate Sims outside the kitchen window. No beep did more.
The old man drank, for he could not understand it. He would smoke weed, he might frighten his connections with his lived platitude.
He was sure to be a believer. The more difficult it was to understand how God could take him past his playmates. It filled the old man with blind rage.
How could he imagine that he even sacrificed his brood had liked? He had no idea of the relationships in ecology. He could see no connection between their feeding and food for the hunters. He could not understand how he happiness of the animals had destroyed his happiness. Angry and awesome at the same time as Fernandel as Don Camillo, he spoke at the cross on his wall. Unlike the film was no answer. So he took baths in his rage against the Creator and the melancholy. He swore and ducked back anxiously. Because of his supposed heresy, his anger soon changed into self-hatred, and soon in drunkenness. Could
the women do not understand that he loved one more than the others? (And the next and the next one ...) Could not the friends understand why he asked her to him (for his show)? Did the company now consider the cash? (Worst spies, were in fact she did not suffer, it was an elaborate plot because he was different ...)
Yes! He was different than the others. Whenever he was betrayed by those who should have understood him. Those that were as different as he had, but must be with him.
his difficult childhood, his misery in private, as in economics, everything was because he was different and no one wanted understand him.
Everyone would have understood how such a belief was silly, but he was otherwise banal. He was blind to the realities.
He reached into the cupboard, took a new bottle and sucked it like a mother's breast. Sharp and bitter it was burning in his throat. Exactly what he needed. "A hard drink for hard men," he beweihräucherte himself
A last drink that would purify him ...
course, was all his fault. Of course, he had screwed up. Of course, he had sold them all because it was unfinished. Unfinished as a child. He would crawl to the cross. He was good at. He would whine for forgiveness. No one would be so hard-hearted be and reject him. Then they would laugh and forget it. A moment of openness and he would be back in the one-eyed king in the land of the blind, which he could sell anything.
But he had reckoned without the host (the dear). Half a bottle later, he observed, accompanied by stomach cramps, which he had been drinking.
The magic word of his purification to be called methanol. With his consciousness vanished his eyesight. Had not his grief-CD had a scratch, and they would not repeat the word "love, love, love, love, love ..." ad infinitum, and this would not happen at a volume that its neighbors animated to inform the men in green, he would have choked on his vomit.
As it broke man on his door. After one or two bumpy kicks (against the stereo) man called an ambulance and the life of the old man took a dramatic turn.

"You covered your account," he admonished himself. "It's time to pay the bills and live a life in dignity."
These words had burned into his memory. By leaving the hospital he was slowly and steadily grown.
Now he was really old. He was completely gray and lonely in honor of what he did not see. Not out of self-deception, but because his blindness was irreversible. Just as irreversible as its separation from the wrong, young friends. This led now own old life with marriage and a permanent job and all the others what he never had, let alone wanted.
His pride had enabled him to live independently. No escape in drugs, no audience. His daughter was married in the meantime, Maryland. She had long forgotten. Fidel
he walked through his attic, he knew, as his pocket. He called no one. He had to work no more and had to produce for anyone. Occasionally, he received a visit, but he was always happy that can quickly adopt again. Stranger upset just everything. Once he had been looking for weeks his opener.
Although he was blind, yet seeing. He now knew what was at stake. He was happy, doing good for his godson in the Congo and let the new sparrows on his windowsill.
His big day but should still to come. It happened like this:

ran the TV. He waited for the film Nosferatu with Max Schreck. A classic! Until then, however
would take several minutes. At the moment, ran one of these sprouting like weeds telenovelas, soap operas were called earlier.
However he let the blind comments. He liked the serious and reassuring voice of the speaker.
They just told him the story of the current image:
"Jakob the space traversed. . He opens a bottle of bourbon and smell it, "
The voice of the male cast member said:" Nice flavor is your booze, Small "
The commentator went on:" James gives himself some of the whiskey into the glass, it pans in front of his eyes, drink the contents of a train and hammer it in the masculine gesture on the table. In short, he remains with a slightly distorted face, he wipes his hand with the back of his mouth. Ellen sneaks up behind him. Carefully she opens her red hair and it can boil it down his back. Jakob noted their proximity and turns. He pulls her toward him. They kiss. "
It was followed by a commercial break.
"Bourbon" thought the old man, "a good idea."
Since the incident he had not been drinking. In his refrigerator he kept for guests a bottle of Jack Daniels. could (He paid attention to quality ...)
After so long ago a draft of not damaged. In fact, he had become very disciplined and had learned to be moderate. Accurately he found what he sought, and poured on. Two were relatively cl for the visually impaired and so, ten of it. He tipped the brew pleasure behind the band. According his long abstinence was his condition when the show went on.
"Jacob and Ellen kissing," added the voice again, after enough blue test liquid had gone over the airwaves.
"He reaches under her blouse," said the commentator, "then he touched her breast. She knocks on the fingers trying to loosen. Undeterred, he continues. "
man she heard inarticulate sounds to the letter" M "emit based. Desperate talk back, suffocated in a kiss.
The old man knew this reaction.
The comment began again: "Jacob is wild and bring them skillfully on a purple shag case. Careless he rips open her top. She is not wearing a bra. He pushes her skirt up, frantically opens his pants. "
Ellen sobbed.
Jakob insisted: "Come on baby, you want it too."
She struggled to this day: "No, please, James," she begged, "I am not yet ready."
There followed a long-drawn scream.
dry spokesman said the events: "More and more brutal forces of the man's wife to relent. Finally, he takes off his pants and forcibly enters into it. "
sounded in the background cries of pain and crying spells against low-excited Wheezing and groaning at.
The Old Man was outraged. Each, however, who watched the scene with eyes could see nothing. It was all skillfully concealed and hidden, a clinically clean soap opera-rape. In his mind it was different. It cavorting genitals in large format in long-term close-ups. As a greedy vicious drooling and drooling in progress, the kisses on an endless suffering, pain-stricken face was pressed.
He was sure that by the transcription still a lot was lost. The viewer would have to follow with even more impressive images these atrocities. Disgusted, the old man joined the program. The
just saw him no more, however, los. How could such a program are shown in the early evening? Rape, vulva in 16: 9 format, a penis of a meter long, hard, bloody shocks, violence of all kinds
plagued him nightmares that night.
(Michel Foucault, the long shadow casting climbs a staircase to switch from an expressionistic black and white atmosphere in the cheap set of a television studio, where he more women tear brutal as an animal, as it would have been able Klaus Kinski in his best days.)
Some of the impressions he recognized from the later belonged again Murnau classic. Other elements escaped his knowledge, he only rarely with philosophical Discourses had come into contact. The bulk of that to what he remembered was, but this shameful perversion of a television program emerged, which was the desert and heinous that he had ever experienced in the goggle-box.
When he woke up drenched in sweat, he realized he had to do something.
He immediately left from the telephone exchange the number by saying a lawyer, which he then reported on this shocking show. This incited
however. He had the night before the series followed along with his daughter and had been secretly even disappointed by the prudery of the images. The latter, of course he shared with no.
(The comments the old man took him to the idea, however, pursue such content, eyes closed, so as to achieve in the imagination of the Blind Comments an explicit viewing pleasure.)
addressed to his potential client, he had announced it would achieve nothing. The images would have been completely family safe and no one can do something for the imagination of the dirty old boys.
put off this way, was looking for alternatives.
From American series, he knew where the law failed (and it always did, without the appropriate star attorney), as zealous reporter had to uncover and prosecute.
feverishly, he conducted research in the fundus of his memory and soon were found old friends, who now works for a newspaper. So it happened the impossible. The story of the blind
obscene comment wandered through a provincial newspaper was the first to hear minor Blind Magazine, called cassettes journals. From there, they came as an absurd piece of the Internet Fund, and made a laughing stock the rounds in various forums. Finally, the incident threatened as a hoax to take into cultural memory, not the silly season had come between them.
Some of committed social intervention on the issue and made it clear how much gravity in so put a seemingly harmless joke. This in turn made a backbencher in the Bremen citizenship Use to distinguish himself politically. He did the press drum and managed to at least a half-page article in the period.
the turn read the journalist who had interviewed the old man originally and saw his chance to gain some reputation. They introduced another call, this time was better heard. Two days later, reported the picture and brought the concerns of the elderly man on the front page. The headline read: "Image for the blind." A headline for the last caused a sensation, which he had wanted from the beginning.
Many avid readers wrote him fan mail. It was a league for blind-friendly television set, the continuous inflow was intense and soon took effect on all visual media. In fear for their audience led the first private, soon the public broadcaster a violent and Sexpogrom among their content through. Even stations that offered no comments Blind, joined the, when directed, out of blind rage born chase, against them.
(Indignant cries, who opposed the alienated use of the word pogrom died away, while the unheard ...)
Everything needed was too much explanation to evoke with the blind, no perverted pictures, was a banished once and for all the television landscape.
This led to the fact that more culturally again valuable content on the TV screen flickered. Aestheticism experienced a renaissance. This could of course do not stop the crash of the audience. Unfortunately, had since been adopted at EU level, a law that rigidly against the slightest hint of eroticism gentlest in the moving image was going on. So there was no way back for the station. Restrained criticism stirred, most recently in the FAZ, with the multimedia iconoclasm. In contrast to the polemic mirror, with reference to the fact that it was not a multi-media event. Indeed, reprinted increasingly pornographic literature and even the intellectual leadership of the writer's guild, took focus more on the subject. After all, books were all Contingencies go, the more the suspicion of perversion in the text itself resolve.
After some back and forth, the FAZ was in dispute is small at this feature and instead made his mark with the concept of the hyperreal Viktorisanismus, which would shape as the name of a style era.
television lost in that time, more and more important. The people were re-educated. They had no other choice. Recently with the pan-European Internet censorship, thanks to expensive Chinese of purchased software, was reading back en vogue. Full of enthusiasm to millions of fans waited for the Release of the forty-fifth volume of the Harry Pothead saga ("Harry Pothead and his Tantric Wall").
short, the main instruments of dementia industry had been thrown from a stuffy objection embittered blind man. Ironically, characterized died as a result, the subspecies of this self-righteous old men whose extraordinary character of two-dimensionality was made. (Instead, a new breed of people appeared on the horizon, the talk of long hours, apologetic Geseier whose behavior over specific consideration was marked.)
The narrowness of the old man finally had some effect. His life had almost gained the sense that he had been looking for.
Unfortunately, he was, shortly before he received the Order of Merit, his former Advocate shot, which the source of his dirty fantasies had been stolen. (The lawyer was one of these widespread species laws intelligent illiterate, without their own inspiration for the television was a question of desire.)
appeared in time for the funeral, "The real diary of the Old Man" and was due to explicit representations of a hit. Fans regularly scattered bread crumbs on his grave to feed the hawks, just as he had wished in his records.
The verdict in the murder trial before the Nuremberg district court will be announced next week. Process observers believe Justice should their own personal reasons for have a tough decision.
We will live, in detail and report on the blind ...