So, my garden is a forest now. At least it has some shade now. The town is doomed to die a slow economic downturn death having left eventually only jobs around the University left. If I am right the heavily increased rain will kill all changes the Germans did after WW2 the ultimate hard way in a time when no one can fix it anymore within the next decade about.
I was a Sktr Boy and Corporate Guy. There are all kinds of Subcultures around. These hot days when either everyone is on Festivals, very important to the German culture, or passed out flat at home pretending to having a great time an old major force shows in empty clubs their hidden and secret artistic natural capability having just fun.
May I introduce you to die Mättler. The Metalheads of Lower Franconia.
I usually have a pretty dam good Poker face; But when the face tattoo fat boy walks by in all make up leaving no ink trace in the Electronic Retailer Shop in the corporate red polo, it drops to a level making him having to take a break to laugh... "Ahm. Where do I find Ethernet Cables, please?", because the last chat was me pulling up next to him in a Smart: "How did you get into there?" through the open windows.
As brutal it may sound, but that place here is a shit show because we stopped the killing to early.
We can't just kill em all, them Germans and neither surrender to them anything.
#noblessoblige #TIE
THE KINDOME OF HELL
