On a sunny day in berlin, I sit here with my dysfunctional space tab and think.
I was working alone yesterday, a dangerous thing. It gives you time to think and observe what you are doing. I observed this.
A couple is kissing passionately on the street, they are so deeply into it that the surrounding street does not exist. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
Another couple, deep in arguement. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
A group of people walking down the street in what I can only assume to be a highly intellectual discussion. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
A poor guy, walking and thinking his own thoughts. The perfect example of what a promoter would like to have and woo into taking part. "Take part in our competition or I'll sing!"
(if you think this is material that might work in cartoon strip form, please let me know. I don't think it has mass appeal, but it would be funny for a couple of thee picture strips)
I don't sing that badly, or at least that is what I have been told by the people I have threatened with it on the street. But the fact is that I am currently engaged in one of the rudest, most pernicious and most intruding jobs that can be thought of. It gives you a licence to laber (a german word that means gab.), freedom to flirt and it makes guerilla marketing tactics seem, well tame.
Here I go, just a walking down the street and she looks good and she looks fine and yum and rrrr and I talk to her, when I get of work, let's go have a refreshing coffee together and " do you want to take part in our competition?" She laughs and says yes. And after work we do meet up for that coffee.
I was working alone yesterday, a dangerous thing. It gives you time to think and observe what you are doing. I observed this.
A couple is kissing passionately on the street, they are so deeply into it that the surrounding street does not exist. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
Another couple, deep in arguement. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
A group of people walking down the street in what I can only assume to be a highly intellectual discussion. "Hello, do you want to take part in our competition?"
A poor guy, walking and thinking his own thoughts. The perfect example of what a promoter would like to have and woo into taking part. "Take part in our competition or I'll sing!"
(if you think this is material that might work in cartoon strip form, please let me know. I don't think it has mass appeal, but it would be funny for a couple of thee picture strips)
I don't sing that badly, or at least that is what I have been told by the people I have threatened with it on the street. But the fact is that I am currently engaged in one of the rudest, most pernicious and most intruding jobs that can be thought of. It gives you a licence to laber (a german word that means gab.), freedom to flirt and it makes guerilla marketing tactics seem, well tame.
Here I go, just a walking down the street and she looks good and she looks fine and yum and rrrr and I talk to her, when I get of work, let's go have a refreshing coffee together and " do you want to take part in our competition?" She laughs and says yes. And after work we do meet up for that coffee.
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