Micolus the Colossus

I woke up by the sound of sixty thousand drums of hell crushing my head against a wall. More precisely, some hard working proles had come unexpectedly to my apartment in order to change the balcony door or something like that..wasn't really that interested..anyway... My first thought was: Fuck!!!! Don't these fucking farmer-proletarian pieces of low educated shit know the time...(t'was eleven o clock). Afterwards I felt ashamed for my reckless politically uncorrect remark. (thats why I put hardworkin up there). Same goes for when a person, ethnically different from me, or even different from the standards of the swedes, gets on my nerve. Is the norm of dividing and judging by appearance and manners so deeply rooted in my head that I can't control it? apparently so...

Mind and body really are two different things, are they not. The only way to reach a higher state of consciousness is to get rid of the body. Of course, traits such as feelings and emotions are connected to it..but I guess that's the price we'll have to pay...


Now I'm off. I'm gonna travel to the green manalishi and see what he's got for me. Adieu, fellow proles