Politiktheatron
What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreWhat we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...
Read MoreThousands of strange faces, only one charmer, ingrained pacemaker gone wrong, mechanical artifice...
Read MoreYou told me I wasn’t worth a penny, my name’s Penny. How could I deny myself? You told me I wasn’t...
Read MoreFireflies above a misty forest telling us the way to go, toward eternity, forward. How can we keep...
Read MoreHow can I judge, if I can only see an instant? How can I say; he did wrong if I can only see the...
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