- monthly subscription or
- one time payment
- cancelable any time
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
The reasons for my respect
are reflected in my toe of chalk
brutal wounds and smothered shadows!
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry
reflect of shades of silvery and acrobats.
And the lovely doves of his native land?
Burnt umber and plumed god,
from her finger and her arm enrich
railroad tracks of the earth!
The sea's skin drinking from my shoulder
We open the halves of a mysterious and the
impaling of death lights into the balanced jungle
telegraph of a rejected.
Misunderstood honeysuckle.
the fleeting cactus that is nocturnal and boundless
the rambunctious happiness of the nature, the power of the electricity
a naked snow of hooves?
Your bottle is a momentum filled with whirlwinds of kiss
towards those hooves of yours that wait for me.
It was a phosphorus business of dung and pins
A wheel is not enough to demolish me and keep me
from the area of your slender mysterious
flute of a attacked insufferable magnolia,
filter me and let my substance respond,
You crystallize in the region as in a scrupulous vicinity!
In crimson water and transparent dew
my heart moves from being spoiled
to being lovely.
“ There is nothing permanent except change. ”— Heraclitus
“ When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. ”— Franklin D. Roosevelt
“ But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated. ”— Ernest Hemingway
“ I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. ”— John Keats
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
"Basically the price of a night on the town!"
"I'd love to help kickstart continued development! And 0 EUR/month really does make fiscal sense too... maybe I'll even get a shirt?" (there will be limited edition shirts for two and other goodies for each supporter as soon as we sold the 200)