It's simple, we don't want to kill

-Té, coffee?
-Sir, would you like té or some coffee maybe?
I snap out of delirium and realize where I am again. In a giant metal tube soaring among the clouds on an early friday morning somewhere above Italy or Austria.
-No thanks, I'll have a gin and tonic please.
-Well I don't know if we serve liquor this early in the morning sir.
-Well then I suggest you go and see if you do because I need to keep my buzz going so I don't get hung over in the air and if I don't get sedated pretty soon the little son of a bitch behind me is gonna celebrate his 7'th birthday as a cripple in a wheelchair! Thank you.

The night before this brutal incident me and the singapore slinger aka William had be out having some beers and been obnoxiously bored at the shitty discoteque called Hollywood (don't ever ever go there). Sitting at our new 'local' we had some nice laughs reminicing about times past and about future arriving. We get back to the appartment at a staggering four in the morning, I get a cats nap for 45 minutes until my taxi comes and roars me of to the airport. Through the dirty dirty streets of the fashion capital we zoom, in neighbourhoods I've never seen before. I'm sure that he's driving me of to rob me but I'm to hazy to even care.

A tired girl standing at the check-in counter melancolically agrees to let me check in my over-weight bagage, she's also to tired to even care. The only one who doesn't seem to be tired is this seven year old little brat running around screaming! -Man I hope they restrain him or atleast pop him some valium before we get on the plane-

Back to reality again! Té, coffee reality. Fucking kid shouting behind me, snoring guy besides me and buissness fucker infront tilting his chair even though I fight back with my knees. -*Plong!* Yes, can I get another Gin and Tonic please, ASAP!-

Looking down at the water from the train speeding over the giant bridge connecting Denmark and Sweden I see a mellow sunrise and as Catatonia sings 'make hay not war' in my speakers my soul feel peace. The steady tapping from the train rocks me into sleep until we arrive.

I'm back on allied gound again, my dearest of friends is here waiting for me.
-Lets go on a new adventure, shall we?
-Well ofcourse my friend!

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall, "

- Alan Ginsberg