In the reality of our choice, more lametta would be, and Kirsten Dunst’s name would always be correct.
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Sorry, reality, now it was slowly good. You have been able to give us a lot over the years, and from time to time we felt welcome. Sometimes we were happy for moments in your, albeit a strange, overwhelmed, often less credible world full of bizarre news, absurd lust and bad music. But that will soon be over! Your attacks on our well -being, your attacks on our own world – healthy, reasonable and free of nonsense and violence – have not been unnoticed. For example, we opened the internet again this morning, and seriously, dear reality, can you please tell us what you thought back to all this stuff? Let us take Emily Portman, this British folk singer with the names that we have never heard of, simply because folk singers in our own reality have nothing to look for: We imagine this very nice woman – folk singers as women who appear to be at least the first two or three hours of super nice before being fell into the dark gorges of their narcissus “Orca” was praised extensively, it has made people luck, meaning and something to chat.
The people love Emily Portmans new album! It doesn’t matter that it is not at all.
There you sign up, reality, in your bold bluntness, and press us people outside on the devices: This album is not at all, the nice Emily. But someone conveyed it, which is why it was not to be regarded as an album by Emily, which is why, we conclude that all feelings created and intensively enjoyed in the course of music consumption are therefore unautent, not folklor-compatible and therefore void, and are therefore taken with it. Yes, what! Do you feel better now? Is it particularly cool to take the poor folkies what the loved one is, the supposed authenticity, the depth and security of their music?
Emily herself, questioned from the BBC (if it really was), has known: the music is already very close to its own, and some of the song titles (“Wuthering Thighs”, “Cloakh of Falballa”, “No beautiful country”) – Okay, yes, these three come from now again ours Reality, not yours – could be almost from her in an almost scary way. It’s great! Why wasn’t it possible to give the good woman what she belongs to as well as?
Your world, dear reality, is a civilory design full of rigid rules, natural laws and schnöder copyrights, a world without imagination, exuberance and lush! And we condemn this. Even in Romania, dear reality, you should have intervened harshly, BBC also tells us BBC, the story machine: A great Bucharest Malewitsch exhibition with a great background story, such an event that makes painting fans happy, is blown up by you and your acidic pleasure: The three paintings shown there in the value of Tig million (approximately), which was found under the mattress of a Romanian pensioner, is not great – should now be followed, probably not at all from Malewitsch. As if that were important! Malewitsch pictures always have to be painted by Malewitsch himself, he certainly had many other things to do: get up, make coffee, fold pajamas, read newspaper …
For example, this news about Hollywood actress Kirsten Dunst. Malewitsch would have loved to read it, and who knows, maybe they would have inspired him to form new pictures of feastly beautiful trapeze. Kirsten Dunst has now given the world to understand: Your name has always been wrongly pronounced! The Americans, the English, the Swedes, the Hungarians – all of them have always verbalized a name that sounded only vaguely to them, such as confusing, stupid and uncomfortable for them. Therefore, dear reality, we want to give you the ultimate reference before we draw serious consequences from our relationship with you: you just don’t do that! A nice woman like Kirsten Dunst always to put up with such moods – stop it, reality! Just let everyone pronounce it, as it belongs, namely: “Kirsten.” Kirsten, Kirsten, Kirsten. Thanks, reality. Last warning.