Karl Marx Platz (fast) jeder Mittwoch und Samstag
At the end of the market day, for someone else, I was searching. Oh,
so desired someone. The next someone will come from some tribal welfare
state. The who thought another world possible generation. Biological
need overswept us and despite all that fighting and campaigning the same
old sinking feeling sucked us down and we fucked. It was the
anticipated procreation nightmare, which had us weeping for a public
end.