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I love trees and I prize their power to cover human crap.

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The man with the kickass karma and an obsesion for black metal is depressed lately. As usual, he does not know what caused it. Rats! Using pills never worked and will never do. Well, catching every single sunrise (if any) for over a month and going to sleep woth the bats could have been a great experience in the past. Not today folks. Not today... and his music make things even worse.

No pills, no music, no sleep. Two rats! So our guy went clubbing. Yeah, he dressed up not so rockersih and charged the first joint with lights and house music. Crap! It worked.

The force is still strong in his karma. `Hope it will eventually pass.

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My ex also sucked big time. But I loved her. Well, this did not actually prevent her for sucking even greater. I'll never forget her semi-curly hair... damn!

It is four A.M. and I have to cover for my coleagues and write and editorial for the weekend. This sucks. I have no idea about what should I write about. And things that do suck are out of the question.

I earn 300 bucks and (at least in my country this is a reasonable wage - I am considered an achieved guy by my fellow students), but I realize this also sucks. I barely bought myself a pair of Sennheisers to listen to my god-forsaken music.Well, I barely found someone to sell them to me. They are actually extremely rare in this shit-hole.

Crap! I guess I'll manage. It is my kickass karma at stake.

Die typischen Werke Bernhards bestehen zum Großteil oder zur Gänze aus dem Monolog eines Einzelgängers, in dem dieser einem stummen oder beinahe stummen Zuhörer anlässlich einer konkreten – je nach Oeuvre variierenden – Situation seine Sicht der Dinge darlegt.