„Es wird nie so viel gelogen wie vor der Wahl, während des Krieges und nach der Jagd.“
„There is never more lying then before elections, during war or after a hunt.“

This is my very own cock-and-bull story. It started of on a street in the middle of a city and spans from deepest seas to darkest forests. Strange beings and monsters never seen since let us hold our breath while they fight for sense.

Where automatic writing meets cabaret voltaire.

Cheers