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Summer Rain

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Kampfkoloss
on December 19, 2008
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Two reasons I love summer rain. The start and the end.

The start is just this big releave. It ain´t just that you can finaly breath freely after a long day, it feels as if a big burden is lifted from your body. I ususaly go into the rain, feel the little warm drops of water, splashing on my skin. The tickeling sensation when they start to gather and start to flow of my body.

The second part is the end of the rain.The sun shines trough the quickly fading clouds, glittering water everywhere. The preassure beeing lifted feels like the beginning of a whole new day. I take a deep breath. Taste the air, the smell – of freshly rained on hot asphalt fills my nose. It only smells like that after a hot days summer rain. My surrounding already start drying and the cicades once again star their singing.

I was here!

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Kampfkoloss
on December 15, 2008
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Those who don´t do it, can´t understand it. Mountaineering. Even if your not one of those people who climb up the Mount Everest, mountaineering still is unnecessary exhausting. The thin air, the cliffy and rocky trails, snow and of course some dangers like falling rocks and sudden weather changes, the list goes on. It is most certainly unreasonable to climb a mountain. But still there is a very good reason to do so. It´s not as you might think just the view. There are other ways to get a great view. It is the feeling, of conquer, the feeling of “I, the tiny dust speck compared to this colossus, did climb it.” it is the feeling of “I WAS HERE!”. It may be stupid, but that´s the reason there´s a summit book on top of most of the mountains, that´s the reason those mountaineers train hard, torture themselves and risk their lives. This feeling of “I was here!” compensates for everything.

Flying Goat

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Kampfkoloss
on December 11, 2008
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He had seen many storms. Of course he did, he was one of the most expierenced fishermen in his village. He dared to fish while others cowered at the lap of their women. But today, today he clutched to his mast and wished, that he just this time had choosen the lap of his wife too. He could barley see, it seemed as if the sky was cracking, falling apart in bright, blinding light. For hours now he had been on the sea. Clinging to his boat. He was exhausted, for some time now he couldn´t feal his fingers, the cold water wich had him soaked minutes after the storm started drew every bit of warmth, of life out of him. The thunder so loud, it made him trembel. Now, he the Fisherman, who grew up upon boats, felt lost. In his little nutshell lost on the big ocean.

He new he most likely wouldn´t return. And thats when the Fisherman saw him. Thor, God of Thunder, friend of the humans, in his chariot. Hauled through the sky by his flying goats Tanngnjostr and Tanngrisnir. Mijölnir, his Hammer, in his hand.

He must have been fighting the Giants, the Fisherman thought. His fellow fishermen would have been struck by awe. Often they listened to the story the druids told. About Thor defending the humans on Midgard. Fighting of the giants from Jötunheim with his flying hammer Mijölnir. The Fisherman however wasn´t like that. He was justed irritaed that this god, went around stirring up the sea completly unharmed by those big cold waves. Savely carried by his flaying goats, while he an honest hard working man, was knocked around by every water mountain wich rolled over this ocean.

And so the Fisherman cursed Thor the Thundergod, friend of the humans, with his last words as his little boat was swallowed by the black.

Arriving argument

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Kampfkoloss
on December 10, 2008
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I can smell it.  It´s not always the same smell. Sometimes faint, subtle almost like a weak perfume, sometimes it´s more like vinegar, strong and importunate, but still it smells the same. Sure it´s easy to see or hear it. Voices get louder, higher. The gesture gets wider and more erratic. But I can smell it. I must admit, even if I don´t like it for what it is, I still kind of like the smell. The smell of an arriving argument.

Mangy bottle opener

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on December 9, 2008
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Well now the first post. It´s an older work new one will follow. Let the commenting beginn…

In a rundown shady bar, in wich the three regular customers, wich by the way seemed to be the only customers, had to plough their way through lingering smoke, worked an unhappy man. He remembered when he still was in highschool. Played on the football team, good too. He had his whole life still in front of him. Today? Well now he stood here, in this rundown bar, wokring day in day out sevendays a week, wasn´t nearly able to pay his bills, his back hurt like hell, was alone, turned 53 last week and was nothing else than a mangy bottle opener for the same three fucking drunks everyday…who didn´t pay their bills!

Awesome!

Published
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Kampfkoloss
on December 9, 2008
in Miscellaneous
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Welcome my dear and humble Reader.
Prepare yourself for a astonishing mind numbing experience which very well may alter your whole perception of your surroundings….yeah thaaat good.

Let´s come to the very reason this blog was ripped out of oblivion and put into the spotlight of our decandent stage of self-manifestation. Simple, it is a sandbox for my mind, a place to hone my skills from just a bit above average to down right awesome.
Which skills, you might ask humble reader. Well my skills of…well…erhm…yeah…ehm… creativity I guess.

A not so long time ago I bought a book (Freaky I know). A friend of mine, of which I got a lot…okey some…at least I thi…hope so. Anyway you might encounter him if you decide to train your sticktudeness and keep reading this soon to be absolutely awesome blog. This book was about songwriting. It was a surprisingly small book. But well it kind of blew my mind. After reading this book, songs I already heard and loved for years suddenly were kind of shallow and dumb. Other Songs which I didn’t like suddenly shone in a light of serenity. It wasn’t so much that the content changed. What changed were all the little things, which I didn’t see before. The same words, though still carrying the same content suddenly said so much more or well…or not. The same words, carried a whole new meaning, not changing the content, but the perspective of the listener from which he heard, saw or experienced this song. As I read this book, I thought that I too, want to be able to do that. As fate might wanted to prevent this book was a how to book, something like songwriting for dummies.

Well here I am, exercising on stage. For you to applaud or through various vegetables at me. What I will do is taking two words. Adjective, verb, noun or whatever. It doesn’t matter. And I´ll combine them. Then I ´ll write, what ever comes to my mind, reading those to words.
I might need your help humble reader. You may post two words you combined in the commentary and I´ll try to usem in my next entry.

Sometimes I might post a bit of Object writing. Just something I scribbled down in ten minutes about any object which came to my mind. I´ll try to show you my perception of it. Your invited to throw some objects at me too…metaphorically of course.

A little warning at the end of this exhausting long introduction. English ain´t my mother tounge…shocker. I still try to write all my abominations of creativity in english, why? Ha! Honing two skills at once. Awesome right?! Right?! I can train my english texting and my skills of creativity, try to be that cool! Second my mother tounge ain´t my mother tounge either. I seem to be capable of chaining words and often they do seem to make some kind of sense for those people which might or might not listen to me, but sometimes it seems, like they don´t understand me…well a little bit more then sometimes…okey..occasionally…okay damit often to often! But fear not, I came to the conclusion that it ain´t my fault, it´s just that those listeners can´t keep up with my lightning fast thoughts. While they´re still crushing the skull with their bone hammer, I already invented…the electric bone hammer to crush the skulls.
It´s like the time the Beschkollo Kanadelles tried to invade earth but…well couldn’t find it because their navigator were my high school math teacher which kept miscalculating. Totally!  Right?! I knew you´d understand humble reader, only quick witted and near genius readers would read this blog…and your one of them…lucky you.

Ah one other thing…I don´t care about spelling or gramar what so ever…so suck it up!

So let´s start the magnificent rodeo of honing creativity skills and let our minds carry us to places no human has ever seen, cared to see or well… didn’t wanna see!