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Maybe I was my whole life preparing my break out, which I consider personally as a break through. 9 am, I am sitting right in front of an advertisement at the subway station Max-Weber-Platz, Munich, right next to Rechts der Isar, an, my hospital. The smell of blood,...

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I am not only with you Paris, because the world is fucked up global and so is its suffering. And I don’t support and follow a system just because it seems to be the popular and the easy solution to confront fear and anger. I am with you world, because black days...

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Dear former home, Back in my hometown. Pale gazes surrounding. Globes like flat walled horizons. Mouths, monsterous throats. Talking cows shitting a feast. Furious self-abuse ulcerating from all pores of what they call their life, their right, their privilege, their...