sábado, 14 de enero de 2017

no more monkeys jumping in my head

Don’t give me that look, you nasty piece of shit waiter. You may not want to accept it, you may not like it, but we the drunks pay your bills, so you better start showing some respect. No more monkeys jumping in my head...

Money, you know, the one and only fucking thing they care about, those assholes in their fucking yachts. The guys should fear the waves and the sea, you know, with its roaring guts, that would shallow their toy boats like if only milk-soaked cheerios.


Tacheles, Berlin, Germany (2005)

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