Psychedelic Songs

Lately I've been in this psychedelic/freaky mood, for no particular reason. It's the sound of music that can make me forget my environment and make my mind shoot up right into the sky. Don't worry, I'm not doing drugs, I simply love this feeling of losing your head and not giving a damn about it. I'd like to share with you the best songs you should listen to when thinking that the impossible can be seeked or when you're angry or just feel any other strong emotion:



Thom Yorke - Hearing Damage
Beck and Bat for Lashes - Let's get lost
Cee-Lo Green - What Part of Forever
Coldplay - Cemetries of London
Crocodiles - Stoned to Death
Da Bush Babees - Remember We
The Church - Under the Milky Way
Echo & Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Esben & The Witch - About this Peninsula
Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues // The Shrine
Glasvegas - Geraldine
Laura Marling - Devil's Spoke _ Sneh Ko Marg (live)
Mumford & Sons - Thistle and Weeds // Dustbowl Dance // I Gave You All
Paper Tongues - Ride to California
Surfer Blood - Swim to reach the End
The Black Angels
The Black Keys
The Brian Jonestown Massacre
The Raveonettes
Two Wounded Birds
Unkle
The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony
Wavves - Green Eyes // Idiot


Yeah, uhm. I guess that's it. I would've posted much more songs / bands but now I have to go and study for biology. Please somebody shoot me!

Intelligent Animals

Copyright by Banksy

Alright, now is the time where you can shout out: Sascha, you are a freak! Unfortunately you're dealing with a highly complex personality who has heard this expression too many times before and has therefore shaped itself in this direction.

Yes, I have to admit I watched "Prevolution - Planet of the Apes". BUT it is not the first time I've come to think about this weird, yet very realistic idea that some day in the future apes will be able to function the very same way as human beings do right now. I ain't a professor but I've heard and watched a lot of serious documentaries on the TV in which it was proven that apes are very clever, some of them even have a higher IQ than Einstein, which is a unexpectedly creepy fact.

So why not try cooperating with them, trying to teach them sign language and a bit of maths and stuff?

Maybe, one day, we'll be able to have an extensive chat with them, who knows?

As a matter of course the text in the picture I posted above is a bit exaggerated ... wait. No, it actually isn't. Let's keep it real, I get it, but what if them apes will truly be in charge? Particularly the ones with the Einstein-IQ's? I mean, the chances are small but if you take a look at humanity, how much we destroy ourselves without even realizing it, how fast the evolution has actually developed - there is a possibility.

And just to give you an example: two days ago a friend of mine posted a status on facebook, saying: "I've just read that mammoths are extinct. Like, thousands of years ago. Why didn't anyone tell me?! So, Ice Age is all fake or what?! I hate Hollywood!"
In all my life I have never felt so ashamed of a friend. She managed to reach a complete new level of stupidity. Yes, the internet calls this "Fail at parenting" and I totally agree. Therefore, if your parents fail to educate you properly, you'll fail to educate your own children, too, and one day the human race will be extinct because the only intelligent people left were to busy feeding themselves rather than producing more of our kind.

LET THEM APES COME AND TAKE OVER THE RESPONSIBILITY. It's safer that way. I guess.

If I ever find a field, either full of flowers or wheat, with no human soul nearby but a river next to a big old oak tree and a view as astounding as in the picture on the right: it shall be the place where I will settle down and live my life for that will satisfy my peace of mind. Of course it's impossible to find a place in combination of both sceneries in the nature but my thoughts are free and my fantasy boundless.

Observation and how little we know about the system

WARNING: I am crazy and if you get confused by my thoughts, don't worry, it's ok.

Maybe it's because I'm listening to UNKLE. Or because I have watched "Matrix" way too many times.
The question is: Am I the only one who is aware that every single of our movements is being shamelessly observed by the government? You know what I mean when I say "Big Brother is watching you"? Orwell's "1987"? It has become reality.
Not that I am developing a pathological paranoia but instead of living my life like each one of you does, I question it.
I know very exactly that my (and your) phone conversations are being registered in a huge computer and there might even be a person listening to what I have to tell my friends.
All because of those fucking terrorists. This whole goddamn suspicion is driving me crazy. I can't even fly from one destionation to an other without worrying that my plane might blow up.
I do believe that 9/11 was the CIA's fault. CIA and the government. They just needed a reason to finally start a war. And one day, when it all comes out, I won't wonder. I will lean back in my chair and say: "Hate to say I told you so, folks."
Sometimes I wish I was a spy. I admit that sounds hilarious, especially when you know that I am afraid of the dark (and as we all know from 007 - the supercool work is always done at night). But if I was a spy, I'd do everything to find out who's pushing the big button to control the whole world. And please, let God out of this. I don't believe in God, there's enough proof that he doesn't exist.
Who is the one responsible for everything that is being set in motion? USA? Pentagon? I simply don't know but I want to find it out.
Why do I actually always talk about America? It could be China or Russia as well.
Right now my brain feels as if it's gonna burst and split my skull into half because I have so much to tell you guys but I'm writing too slowly. If you get to think about what I am saying, you might go mental. And that's understandable because them thoughts only show you that you are part of the system and that your life actually doesn't matter much to anyone besides your family and friends. Even if you have accomplished something of great meaning to the whole world, your accomplishment will last only a few years. Only if you become a second Hitler (sorry about mentioning his name, but we have to grow up, people. If we hide his personality under our carpet he will always be there and his personality will grow under that fucking carpet, whether we want that or not. But if we say his name out loud, we confront that bastard and he starts losing weight) you might be of some importance (to the government) because you try to achieve something terrible.
Or you follow my footsteps and become a rebell. Rebells are the government's enemy number one because they have the guts to make head against all the laws and rules. The are not part of the system, they yank themselves off it.

One day when this whole control sickness will leak through everybody's mind, a third world war migh start. I'm just sayin', I actually doubt that this will happen but you never know.

As I said, I have way too many questions racing through my head.

New World Order. Conspiracy theories. The End of the World. What happens after death. Do parallel universes exist. Can we travell trough time. What about aliens. What in the hell do we use the remaining 2/3 of our brain for. Telepathy, does it exist. Why God.

I heard of people who took LSD and after their trip they changed their point of view to the world and afterlife and everything. Their mental personality practically changed its shape. They said that they had seen the beauty of the world in all her infinity and some of them became religious 'cause they said they "felt" God's wires to their heart. And some of them said that they kind of flew through the fourth dimension, right into space and into the heart of a parallel universe.
As if they expanded their subconsciousness to the fullest and experienced what it feels like to have controll of the whole brain, which accordingly includes the 2/3 of the brain a human being usually never uses.
All of this sounds overwhelming and so beautiful that I'll probably start crying every moment.
I know that I am weird but if I wasn't, I'd have to force myself to become so.
Maybe one day I'll try out LSD and see if it changes anything within my mind. And maybe I won't because I heard that people who have schizophrenia shouldn't try anything like that, it might make them go balistic and develope suicidial ideas. And I don't want to kill myself.

Back to basics:
The government knows, very probably, the answers to my fat-marked questions above (New World Order etc.).

We are all part of the system.
(Like Matrix, although I doubt that our reality isn't real. Even if it wasn't, I guess I wouldn't want to know it.)

Did you know that my wits are much more sophisticated than those ones of a normal person? No, I ain't a vampire or something but I did a lot of tests in hospitals with a lot of doctors and scientists and stuff and they were all virtually amazed of how capable my senses are. I can hear and smell and feel much, much better than an average person can. And when I say I can feel better, than I mean my sixth sense (everyone has one, not only me). I can feel if something is wrong, some kind of incredible instinct or third eye I heard them say but I don't know any better. I have no friggin' idea why I'm telling you that. Certainly not to say: "Hey, lookit me, I have Superpowers and you don't". I am crazy, that's a medically proven fact. And that is also the reason why I keep talking about government, suspicion and all the other stuff.

But you know what? If I didn't talk about it, hardly anyone would because people don't like to think about anything that is beyond their horizon, which is very shallow I think.
Thank you for your comments. I even appreaciate the mean ones.

Fashion bloggers are needless

Ok, this one will be short since there's not much to say about apart from a few neat phrases on wasting our precious time on something incredibly stupid and unimportant called "Fashion".I have asked myself so many times why popular fashion bloggers get to sit in the front row of a fashion show or how the hell a 14 year old girl is able to judge about good or bad style. It drives me nuts.

First, the most important question, why has fashion such a huge value in our lives? FASHION IS TOTALLY UNIMPORTANT TO ANYONE AND IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOUR LIFE IN ANY WAY. This whole concept about wearing stylish clothes to become a person who's being admired is not only lame but completely wicked and stupid. It's like, when you're overweight and someone gives you dessert and you might think: "Wow, this looks delicious!" but then again you have to remind yourself and tame your redundant hunger for your goal is to lose weight. So, as I said, fashion is only a side dish in your life and you know that you can live pretty well without it.
Of course I'm not saying that you have to look all dorky and sloppy but this whole desperate exaggeration about how we have to change our look every season is remarkably lunatic.
I feel pity for people, especially celebrities, who have cupboards filled with tons of shoes, dresses, shirts etc.
Secondly, fashion bloggers are THE victims of the internet. Exactly, it's not the WOW-playing nerds I call poor (though they're not much better anyway) but the ones who actually spend their time on writing about nice little shirts and supercool vintage shoes. It's always the same, fashion hasn't changed that much for the past 60 years, oldschool and vintage are still reverberating. So, to go back to subject number two, fashion blogger are lame and should get a sense of purpose.

By the way, all the girls' dresses from "Sex and the City" are devastatingly hidious.

Victims of dissatisfaction

We are not "safe" from them. As soon as you turn on the computer, TV, radio, even when you walk on the street, you're being obducted by the ridiculously huge amount of adverts and commercials. Honestly, I can't see the point. Why the fuck do I have to buy something right now, for example an iPhone? No, I won't buy anything right now, frankly, I won't buy it at all. Why should I? Because having the iPhone (for e.g.) will make my life less miserable and automatically imply a dash of coolness to my appearance? Wrong. If you don't buy what's being seductively offered on the market you'll feel unsatisfied. The whole system is unconsciously made to target and terrorise our mind with the feel of need and greed which of course rises if we see our neighbours showing off with a new gadget that can clean your ass after you left a dump in the toilet (I bet my ass that sooner or later you won't even have to shower anymore or clean your house, because one day some superclever inventor will build a gadget that will practically live for you.).
Wall Street, Time's Square, Piccadilly Circus, Tokio's main streets, they're all filled with commercials and only Heaven knows the use of it. No one acutally pays attention to what's being showed on the big screens, the tourists are just standing to marvel at the colours that race from one corner of the monitor to the other.
And since we're talking about commercials: if you pay attention to what a company tries to sell you, you'll die because you laughed too hard or because the stupidity of society and your own anger choked you. Every gadget's purpose is to make your life more comfortable. Like, remember those struck dumb, brain dead roller scooters on which you have barely enough place to stand up straight on and then control your driving direction with a handle bar that resembles the one a bike has? Exactly. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED THAT FOR? YOU WERE BORN WITH LEGS, FUCKING USE THEM! And for Barney Stinson's sake, you look overretarded when cruising around on them in the city.
We need to have a simpler life. And investing your money on adverts is totally useless. Sure, it may work on brains of complete wealthy idiots who have to have everything. That's what they live for, instead of chilling in the nature and setting up the rule not to use any media for one week per month. It's how I roll and I'm perfectly fine with it.

Try it out: As soons as the commercials break during a movie you're watching, just switch off the TV and turn it on in 5 or 10 minutes and you'll feel much more relaxed.

Yours, Sascha

Your favourite word

Do you have a favourite word?
Some of you might say it's "Love" or "Peace" or "Angel" or whatever. But I don't believe you.

You have to feel the word spreading its wings inside your body before you say that it is your favourite one. It has to have a meaning for you, for example, to be the last word flying off your lips with the last breath you exhale before you die.

My word is "infinite".

Oh, don't you dare to use it just like that. I'm still waiting for the best moment of my life to come so that I will be able to take a deep breath and say the word out loud, to make it become alive and real. Not only a word, but also a personality.

Do you understand when I say that "inifine" has a universal meaning to me? When saying universal I certainly don't mean "day-to-day" - word or a word that has many meanings and can be used for just about everything. No.

When I say universal, then I literally mean the universe. The universe is infinite (not that I particularly belive in that but it sounds astonishing and overwhelming and it gives me the creeps if I think about it for too long) and so has to be the one second, or even the one minute, when I am completely sure that I can use that word with no regret. Because once it's out you can't get it back, like so many other things in life.

I could also search the world to find the most beautiful place to be able to say the word but that would be cheating. I wouldn't have a problem if I said "infinite" in my flat, it's just all about the moment and only the moment.

So, what is your favourite word?