Meinten Sie: "Horsten Templeton"?

"Ich liebe die Menschheit! Ich kann nur Leute nicht ausstehen."
- Linus van Pelt.
I find that above sentence once uttered by my quasi-semi-namesake Linus van Pelt to be very true, and startlingly often so.
Yes, I, Torsten from (well, IN) Berlin, do love (hu)mankind. It's just people, I can't stand! And on days like these, it's also the weather I can't stand. But apart from that I'm a happy family. Really!
I'm quite glad to live in a world which has at one time or another played (a sometimes somewhat hostile) host to people and things such as The Ramones , music in general and especially on VINYL records, Erdnussflips und Kartoffelchüps, Fugazi, the mighty dog Ramses (R.I.P), John Peel (R.I.P., too), Monkeys , Pizza, Oliver Hottenrott , Mexican Food, radio eins , Gin Tonic, ALL , a film called "The Sure Thing" , dark chocolate filled with Chili (no shit!), ALF, Mary Lou Lord, water to swim in and even drink, Jalapeños , Hans Clarin & Günter Pfitzmann als Asterix & Obelix ,Berlin in the Summer , Woody Allen , T-Shirts with band names on 'em , New York , Buffy the Vampire Slayer , Joey Ramone (R.I.P., three) (yeah, I know I mentioned the Ramones before - and might even do so again later on. But JOEY RAMONE !), The Simpsons, Kim Deal , Marzipankartoffeln , Jonathan Richman , Malai Kofta, "Little Miss Sunshine", Sesambrötchen... I will continue this list when I... will. For now all I will say is welcome to my little bonfire of vanities here on, ähem, mywasteofspace.COM!
Sincerely, Torsten "Pelt Sematary" Hempelt
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By the way - my music page is up now, too!!!
Please check it out!
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Jesus, Satan, Gene Beeman, His Car, And Pizza Hut
by SCOTT REYNOLDS & THE STEAMING BEAST
Jesus met Gene Beeman coming out of the laundry-mat.
And he said, “Kid you look like shit!”
And Gene said, “Imagine that!
Got a life like day old oatmeal, mostly lumpy and always cold.”
And Christ said, “Gene, what do you mean?”
And Gene said, “I just feel so old!”
“Well put your hand in mine, and let us pray.”
“Lord I’ve got no time, but thank you anyway.”
“Well don’t you know my father loves you?
And you used to love him too.”
Gene said, “Yeah I remember your dad
and I somehow doubt that’s true.
‘Cause our lives wind up so tragic.
We die too young or we hang on too long.
And I’ve read your text about what comes next,
and I think it’s probably wrong.”
“Son don’t you know who you’re talking to?”
“Well, Jesus Christ! Of course I do!”
Gene Beeman’s green Granada smells like burning oil
and tick tick ticks like a clock.
He’s got time to find a lot of things to not believe,
now that he has to walk
Well old Satan met Gene in between the bank and the Pizza Hut.
And he said, “Listen! I can make you rich!”
And Gene said, “So fuckin’ what?
What’s a million zillion dollars
when I can’t see the skin for the scar?
But I’ll tell you what. That there Pizza Hut has go a kick ass salad bar!”
And so off he went. He left Old Scratch to scratch alone.
He got a doctor pepper and a mushroom Pizzone.
Those seats are real fake leather.
The paint is forest green, blue quarter panel front drivers side.
Gene dreams about forever, and why there’s no such thing, now he ain’t got no ride.

[Seems like a blown head gasket!]
Gene Beeman’s green Granada smells like burning oil
and it ticks like a clock.
He’s got time to find a lot of shit to don’t believe,
now that he has to walk.
Well, Jesus met Gene once again, this time at the Radio Shack.
And he said, “Gene you still look mean.”
And Gene said, “Yeah, I know.
I shoulda’ taken that money from the Devil.”
[Lyrics by Scott Reynolds]
Hey, and if anyone out there has a Victory At Sea shirt, size large, and would be willing to sell it to me - pleeeease get in touch!!! I freakin' love that band!