Hello my name is Juergen Himmelstoff. I want to share my thoughts with the world. I am at the moment in Colchester, Essex, England. Those are not three different places, but one is in the other. Colchester is a fine town. There are many men who have a stable employment, but not as many as at home. There is less mystery also. It is still fun. There are also women. Many times I have been with my new friends in the town on a Friday or a Saturday, and there has been much drinking. I will write about my new experiences so I can treasure my new life here. There is also a lady who I like. And new friends I have made. There is much to live for, for me, Juergen Himmelstoff!
My other interests include bareback horseriding/archery/rifle - that is one sport. Also I am a fan of Judo. But I also really like musics like Bach and Beethoven and Wagner if I feel nationalistic. I am not really. I like also popular musics, but they all sound the same except for Darkthrone, whom I like very much for their strong sense of nonsense. I also like theatre and women. Also I like some people at my school. I like drink. I like my best friend's partner, she has nice hair. I especially like walking through fields alone, watching the scenery. It's not as big here, or as fun.
My poetry can be classified into three 'schools'. I have called this 'Gruppen 1' 'Gruppen 2' and 'Anaalblast'. 'Gruppen 1' is more like social commentary, a little serious. 'Gruppen 2' is about every day life. 'Anaalblast' is mostly about women, but includes men too. I love socialising, so if you fancy a pint with Juergen, call me. Contrary to secular belief, Juergen is nice to everyone, unless you talk to him about the plague of Christianity, or America.
I do not live there anymore,
That place from which I came.
I am not hungry anymore,
To me this land is tame.
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As I was going
About the school in my
Habitual way I was almost
Rendered to dust by a van
...
In the town, pigs abound,
After a recital of some
True Norwegian metal,
We go to town to get drunk...
...
Far in the misty forests of the land,
A manifestation of a curse word
Is uttered for the first time by a
Fisherman returning home...
...
Walking through the streets of
Might, a glorious feeling overcomes
The pale moonlight... the feeling
Of a thousand newborn sons...
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