Okay, Mister White, I am still not done, okay, bitch??!! Waiting, okay? Patience, okay? Tolerance, okay???!! I mean, deadlines are there to kill creative processes, correct? So let my creative process come calmly to a satisfying end, okay!?? Not too much pressure?? Done deal??!!! The third and last chapter of “How my 21 y on earth shaped the things to come” is almost ready. Chapter Three, “Instead of sleeping with my Mom, I wanted to die in her beloved Poland” is… on… its.. way!!!! Latest by the week-end, maybe even before, okay??!!
In the mean mean-time read the mini-script of the mini-clip, I might make in the following weeks or months with Quentin Tarantino, the creator of “Kill..”, “Pulp..” and all this other master-works and blockbusters …., yeah, read in the mean mean-time the mini-script of the mini-clip, e.g. this really important question my singing and writing alter ego Joe Fleisch (say Flaysh, means flesh or meat in German) is supposed to ask him, the great Quentin Tarantino. More about Joe Fleisch you find on www.joefleisch.de, a graphically immature and rather unstructured website-blog about a hell of a lot of things I did so far music -and literature- wise, mostly under HIS name.
Short conversation between Quentin Tarantino and Joe Fleisch
Fleisch: Hey Quentin, how are you today?
Tarantino: Awesome, Joe. How can I help you?
Fleisch: Quentin, what do you think is more disgusting? An eleven year old boy, entering the living-room, pointing his machine-gun toy at his parents, shouting out loud, “Pew pew pew pew pew, you are all dead, I killed you” or an eleven year old girl, entering the same living room, holding a fucking dildo in her hands, licking it as it was an awesome tasty lollypop, saying “mmm, mjammy, Daddy, Mammy, this tastes so good”.
Tarantino (smiles): Good Joe, good one, like it.