Moral bombs attack! Cannot leave my body’s wreck, Lying wasted, burnt and black; There will be no turning back. Cities perish in the storm Of fire, heat and splinters. Warfare changed its rotten form In those cursed winters. Gentlemen like Mister Heston Have never...
So let‘s talk about feelings. They arise spontaneosusly, without any effort as it seems, and we are so used to them. To like or to reject someone or something, to be the victim or the attacker, to fall in love or to hate. We all know them, they come very easily to us,...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht