The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
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There is just one night every night, you have the right to decide about your own biography. Lie to the people, tell them what you want them to believe and disappear as an unknown stranger just before daybreak.
B. H. (, der Großartige)
ANTWORTE / SAG DEINE MEINUNG