I had you so promised to come back
theater director Buurmann,
on our disagreement with respect to your beach brain and the associated self-realization of your beach property in the sands of Severin's Castle Theater ...
... to your argument, especially against my published here criticizing your debut: this your Suada an injured I wanted to respond again to this choleric sweeping blow to unconsciousness, to this tsunami of your emotionally loaded most aggression (to yours, Mr. theater director!) what you wanted to make me gag, make me an apnea or hoped I carried away but at least your (your lonely opinion) the only true insight into the your (what hubris!) truths ...
Oh, theater director Buurmann insulted!, You got me more effective than you would have me believe anything. And they even want to hear nothing, nothing of the better, from my knowledge, therefore, nothing to see (a) you wanted to do carried away but bubbly me with an elaborate verbiage, trombones and resonant and klotzend - but always, as I would with the representation This sandy beach terrorists in your piece a Nazi sentiments imputed, looking with Schmackes and blood, furious at the real issue over. Call me so calm an old left hand, but I know that my complaint to you to be re-Nazi, this replica Pate was, call me just a small citizen and a notorious, paranoid alls: in terms of all the troublemakers, the shoe size of her IQ barely deviates, it must be a know it - not a petty bourgeois, no, but they said certainly "smart ass" and had with the terms once again made a mistake ....
However, Mr theater director, I now want to be quiet, I will restrain you no longer ask whether they are choleric or ADD child have been, no, I will do what I had done this a long time ago, before the apoplectic redness in your face still turns to bleach and your indignant waving of arms by the rigor mortis Schlagfuß be paralyzed - ah, a theater director Buurmann: I thought you do not trouble my head, I saw you always hairless and did not nothing able to be gray. But your soul, for you still, your soul, you know, I have to understand theater director Buurmann, now that is meanwhile so weak as Louise's lemonade - and so I want to thank you, theater director, a little bit now sorry .... When I
the following day, after I forced the evening before after visiting your brain piece from tiefstinnerster Not looking to write to you, so when I hours after the minutes and slept again looking through my text (which to me become a pleasant habit, since my own arguments still even check because I each ex-cathedra argument at the critical formulation is far away) than I thought so check my accusations against you was because I every change my substantive concerns away, but I thought I was lucky, I would have chosen a more moderate form, especially with regard to the allegation of dangerous rumbling in your fascist attitude. Therefore, above all, you're in your reply so got into violent convulsions, which you probably clouded his mind. But this is now counter-productive with regard to my educational intention - the ear, the you want to whisper to knowledge, should one not previously numb by blows. had
This weakness so I confess to have, but more and worse: I lost, who knows why, and the weakness, or rather the stupidity of the fairly frequently occurring critics who beyond their substantive reservations, especially with a campaign of destruction of the words shine look, in vain himself an even brighter light provide willing, as it would have been on the stage to criticize the event helpful their concerns, the could have been. Rightly, you have a question, a theater director Buurmann, with Goethe's anger responding, implicitly called me a dog and kill me want. Why? to shine with negative, destructive words as an eloquent champion of the language and the object of criticism without any constructive attitude or empathy is not helpful in the if access and moist armpits, do not open the sand glued eyes and redirect only for selfish motives applause to himself : the real specialty of many critics and become contemptible - I must be ashamed to have been misled in this respect and especially in the rhetoric my masterpiece to have made about you. They like to apologize Buurmann theater director, now.
The criticism is the theater director does not even scare, it is not a weapon, it is a Patch only has to put the knower to a wound that better knowledge in the attempt at mediation, the ugly, mangy body of dramatic blunder on ceiling. Here I have certainly now been missing and made me in common with those in the profession, to connect to the critic, as a gentleman Mindernickel have set out, where they were themselves kicked too many times over lift themselves in the fields where they never could exist. In the insight as an artist no capacity to be lent to the capacity of the critic, to conceal it: the audience with captivating verbiage and themselves by the odor of the hardness and sharpness, the artists involved to escape through this same arrogance and often more ruthless, the more the desiderata of the critic's secret before his inner eye of the arrogant, overbearing Camouflage accidentally stood on.
No, Buurmann theater director, to this criticism asters to the Goethe's verdict to be killed as a dog, fall prey to cope, I will not make public. Have you heard it, too? Scientific studies have shown that the critic has suffered in the ideal case, attention deficit and in order for ADHD syndrome have always been hyperactive, is that he was in the peer group of childhood, an outsider, often to the tenth year already, bedwetting and a baby is suffering from a phimosis, made the first erections intolerable and, out of shame remained undetected, preventing adolescent sexual intercourse, that a premature ejaculation to be a humiliating and made every confidence accepting misfortune of virile libido in the way and the unfortunate substitutes often enough to Homosexuality has driven, in which he had to be nor the effeminate part in accordance with an obsolete, the wife of long-term uncompensated devotion to a penetrating object. What wonder, then, this socially and sexually Failed from necessity, beyond his physical weakness of the intellectual penetrator for every theater director was. But I want that for you, Theater director Buurmann, not to be - I say it once young German, I will not fuck you (sorry), I'll just to satisfy your needs the best helping hand!
But I must nevertheless here and now against a ward of your anticipated attack, for you, a theater director Buurmann will not miss the opportunity to apply the identified characteristics of the critics on me to prove that I just about "wrote as I am accusing of having written, and that my apology was only a farce, a distraction from my designated by myself weaknesses. I have to come before you and your attacks on my integrity and critical reason ! Invalidate And so I have to remind you of necessity of an evening, as I told you, after a few glasses of absinthe, without any need to justify myself, learned first sexual practices in the tender age of 13 years from an au pair from Sweden Maid and have too many and not just exercised from the au pair area recruits continue as favorite student satisfaction as well as teachers. Remember? - I remember you then silence precludes any in you staked habit remained, your envious silence, I remember, but will not this envy rise again, as you prove in this way is that I made from birth a critic top these troubles me.
theater director Buurmann, despite all this, I admit here, it is my pleasure to measure me with you to cross the spring with you as Hamlet, who also thought daggers speak to - and should it happen again, that I firm to pursue you, then keep it to my grandma to goodness, I have always assured that belong to that rudeness rudeness.
remain in that sense I
your
crime author and you an affectionate friend Schmiester
PS: What Buurmann theater director, do you think of the Cologne light called Jewish Museum of the City Hall? A string of Gotham or higher diplomacy in democracy (as Kreti Pleti and may now vote, Schmidt and Pocher)?
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