My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

still from the German film “Schultze gets the blues”. A random google image search

there’s an old folk remedy for the blues. you go buy a motorcycle and ride into the north country. stop at a gas station that serves as the focus of a whole community you’re so far out there in the brambles. this is part of the cure. take a long piss in the restroom. read everything on the walls. remember to wash your hands. the prescription calls for you to buy an ice cream sandwich. it can be one of the round ones with chocolate chip cookies for crust. or the rectangular one from the old days. nearly black outer layer soft as the ice cream. it sticks to your hands. you own a motorcycle now and you can go 85 miles an hour on the highway with your hands clamped on the handle bars like you are 12 riding a bike to your friends down a wicked big hill. this is also part of the cure. you remember telling yourself how easy it would be to die when you were three feet tall and climbing the biggest trees in the woods. and here you are again, picturing yourself falling off the bike and the car behind you driving over you. but the bike is a 750. 5 speeds. 26 years old. shaky. dangerous. when you get the blues you have to go out there and hold on for dear life. the blues get afraid. your shoulders hurt you are holding onto the bike so hard, you don’t wanna die. it’s cold. the wind is trying to push you over. you move around in your lane more than you can control. what about a pothole? a blown tire? some piece of junk that falls on the road? even if you run over something dead you’re fucked. but you don’t slow down. those blues are a bitch.