Could already be infected.
You never know these days. You never know… am I eight?
Remember my friends: “Arbeit macht frei.” (Work sets you free.)
And support is the best critique.
You: What do you… oh…
Me: Don’t you see how happy all the people are? All these joyful singing people. Young and old united. Don’t you see it?
Man … what a dream.
Like in the good old days of Astraix and Opelix.
But then someone said… okay I am done… okay.
Here, here take the script or skript or skriptum post mortem or whatever you call it. Take it and let me be. Okay?
- But you are free.
I know… but you know how it goes.
And if they didn’t sweat, they are not dead yet.
Because when you were sweating, you need a shower.
Or how else do you want to get clean? I mean…
The audience humbled under the immense weight of these words
What? What did I say? That I want to take a shower?
Confused eyes from the audience
Everyone waits until he finally tells them it is all just a joke
People: Now he really is nuts.
Me: You want some?
Bukowski: Go all the way.