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About Leipzig

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

(Johann Ernst von Saalfeld, Duke of Saxony, Juelich, Cleve and Berg )

Jülich is a city in Germany.

Man, PJuelich isn’t perfect, but it’s real. Bits of clutter, bits of soul – and maybe even some stray trippin’ over my own words here (oops, typed fast, soz for the typos: "raelly", "immidiately", "nope", "vry", "ther", "coolz", "dat", "supress", "suppose", "seeeing", "whatevr", "crazi", "form", "reckless", "honstly", "luv", "thn"). Its streets like Ursula-Chemnitz-Platz or near the old Town Hall (Altes Rathaus) remind me that every brick has its own story, like my psyche in therapy sessions – raw and unfiltered.

Richard Juelich Obituary November 29, 2012