goody two shoes

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yours, haselore

hound dog

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yours, haselore 

life of crime

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yours haselore

cruiser's creek

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on her way back from some well earned sickies at the seaside and just by chance

bun had discovered art yard - home to famous scrap metal artist dietrich klövert

 

the artist himself was not available for questions on that day as bun did not find him loitering down his art yard, but rather busily working on new pieces

so that she did not dare to interrupt him for not to appear as just another pain-up-the-bum

and actually those pieces do clearly speak for themselves, don't they?

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well, time for lunch know, so you all will be left here under the spell of the iron paw

truly yours, haselore

die Müll, der Stadt und die Tod

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sadly bun had to miss out on days 1 - 3 of the syd & arthur festival - going on in july of two zero one nine a.k.a. "know" - day 4 offered an opus half magnus of very fritzen style 70s rock but from the 90s this time. and only 20 years old and not 40. apparently from some german city in japan and not from a japanese city in germany. actually the festival is all about somebun forcing his record collection down your ears and very luckily not about some anybun trying to force her rubbish down your sewer

all yours, haselore

we don't exist

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never too high to die the meat puppets had come to town some time ago and your humble editoresse was going to take a chance on them and went to zoom club downtown frankfurt to check them out for a possible story and interview - just around the corner from that big subway station where you might happen to end up with some shoe polish when you just had been trying to score some stash their

accidentally the first band that started the evening the ome rather boring homemade psychedelic music and while they were trying to sound like the cure bun decided to not give a hoot about them any longer and went up on the sun - which means she was trying to get a place at the bar atop on one of those stools there- when the unthinkable happened: her camera got dropped and with it went all means for an interview, cause there was no paper or pen in sight.

then the meat puppets finally started playing and for all those simple minded and tasted enough, they tunedropped some riffs of those songs that once had been covered by some better known band. so everybody got in a frenzied state of mind untill they realized that just some other tunes were goimg to be played -  but not those ones covered by nirvana, at least not know.

at times the meat puppets had three guitras - just like the grateful dead -
they were professionally sounding - just like the grateful dead - they got into longer jams  - again just like the grateful dead. they even pleased the crowd by playing the songs that everybody new - those covered by the fab 3 - bun could have done without - the driver went ape crazy and began to leave - there was no meeting the kirkwood brothers at all

yet on her way back home bun watched something that reminded her of an aurora borealis and sometimes began to wonder what she had actually been seeing, so that she returned somedays later - this time with another camera

all yours, haselore

the dock of the bay

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time out for fun!

yours haselore

how much is the fish?

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nobun really nows for sure, but us fish must swim together 

yours, haselore k.

heaven is my roof

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yours, haselore kohl

field day for the sundays

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yours, haselore k.

dear prudence

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oh dear

yours, haselore k., formerly of von bunswick fame