Barbad farahani
Donnerstag, 3. Februar 2022
I walk the streets of Vienna every day and hang a bell on my deer neck. zombies look at me angrily and say with their eyes: what's inside for us black curse? no it's Poseidon and his treasures
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These festering wounds that keep forming on my body and won't heal are the result of the Vienna police's extravagant actions. A collaboration with smugglers, dealers, and petty criminals from the 5th district. The patterns of racial extermination, poisoning, and attempted murder in Dachau are clearly visible. With mafia gangs from the East, it's truly extravagant. But apparently, it's irrelevant as long as the father is a member and spectator of this extermination.
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