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Love Genossinen and comrades ,
The world is upside down . Where us the groundbreaking events , riots , rebellions , but also the ever more deeply burrowing into our living conditions of capitalist crisis Sales and clamp the global Leberwurstprdouktion drive , which is uncertain. Clearly, nothing will be as it once was. And now the social and economic situation of most people siptz to . The economic depression destroyed usual communities , everyday occurrences and social fabric .
Even if it is just in Berlin and the entire , shitty German republic more like a cuddly warm- soft outdoor pool, fringed with pink red plush – animal – fur feels coated walls and fluffy disco music : Appearances can be deceiving . Again, the ” accumulation model liverwurst ” already troubled as it seems.
And at this point love Comrades , we need to keep us in mind as the atomization of the Public relations continues to progress . Isolation. Every day , more and more mentally confused , hounded and completely individualized subjectivity.
And yet, there they are still . This completely crazy Gehirnsex . Feelings of happiness when one finds its place somewhere . Endorphins without boundaries , because if you finally get somewhere . If the desire is satisfied to be part of the social spectacle.
Most of all I love all these morons in the creative industries and professional politicians of NGOs , alternative medicine. Those that sweeten our lives so , make it more interesting , day after day in the service of improving the world are . We love them all : the DJ’s , the organizers , the medical practitioner , Stiftungsfutzis posturing with their pathetic Sozialdemkoratischen , filmmakers and theater Fritzen , Booker of exciting bands and events. You all are permanent in their delusions of self-promotion and the veneer of total apocalypse we are heading towards . Like carnival barkers . Look at me . Love me. Here I am. Look what I once again exciting staging this weekend , darts adjusting , organizing … I even have an app ! Vain . Take me ! Looks me. Why not : Fuck me ?
Who does not know : ” project-related success stories” from the entire liver sausage creative and advertising industry , ” Do it Yourself offices ” for liverwurst fashion and liverwurst Art Vernissages » ” We are so fuckin crazy sausage parties and art projects “,” celebrated theses about postmodern identity constructions – of course connected with a performance in one of the trendiest art project rooms or hip theater stages the liver scene ” ? Media heads, and out to sound the banalities of everyday life with their smooth , formatted records. And their message : Look : We are . I want to be ! You want to be !
There are all places , moments , gears of social spectacle of self-presentation and self- in- scene setting . Everything under the sign of the global sausage production chain. In fact , all but rotates only about sausage .
And, who does not join in on the long production , utilization and consumption chain of the liver goods superfluous. The Misfits . A Looser . Here: Hartz 4, in this country then you have the luck to queue up at the long queue for the charity award and forced surveys. ” How much sausage do you have stashed away still under the pillow? “, ” Do you share yourself for not having your community the liver goods? “, ” Are you willing at any time , really any time to work in the liverwurst cleaning army? » . Yes , dear comrades , dear comrades , these questions , and yet very different , we must now leave the sausage fingers of the job center all fallen . Or do you become a street sausage vendor. But who wants that?
Then maybe the great alternative . The Last Hope . They are still alive. The last places of retreat. This miserable , boring one relationships where one always feels so good . This whole anxiety can drain there and live out sooo beautiful. Yes , and these horny coveted jobs where you finally travels the world history. This dreary realities where you feel between job everyday , two-person relationship , monogamy and life organization , yoga lessons , Lesezirklen , football evenings , friends – are planning or so, leave – move . Yes, where is there life? Where is there the climax ? On drugs? When infidelity ? In Fitnisstudio Nah , I know it : when couples movie night – of course! with chips ! And then maybe fumbling !
That’s really pathetic! That’s really sucks ! That’s totally boring ! That’s totaaaaaal boring! That’s not enough yet . If that’s enough? That’s not enough for me ! That is enough for us but not all ! This is not an ecstasy, that is the absolute desolation .
Dear Comrades the international sausage production. And by that I mean really all proletarians from all industries . Not only from the direct industrial production chain. Even the advertisers , retailers , cleaners , yes, all, all, all sausages actually really there!
The question is : what do we want? And what we want to tuen ? What do we feel ? What do we think? How do we want to live? Loved ones? Dancing ? What are the true drama of life?
It is time , dear liver avant-garde ! There are only two ways ! Either we remain doomed and lonely , destitute , and even dumb , in the crisis sticking liverwurst commodity production. Maybe with the prospect that maybe someday come sometimes a golden age in the mass production of bacon? Yes you want that?
The other way , and I believe it is the right thing, my dear comrades ! We can be part of the World liverwurst uprising. Part of a global , grand , new composition of people , emotions, subjectivities , desire , hope, love … Yes, let’s get started ! Now! We refuse immediately. Commercial production of liverwurst . The fetishism of love, of life, of work, of the complete being. Let’s start to be Free. To go to the barricades !
In this sense: Immediate reversal of dreary , atomized everyday life and the present mode of production of the goods of everyday life, of being. Long live freedom ! Let us take what is ours ! Liverwurst Pumpernikel for all and indeed in vain !