This species shall die.

Lost victory. There is nothing more bestial than war between civilized nations.

You do not die of broken knees. I hope to join in August. Be touched

Cambridge artificial grass. This may be a forward. Something which I cannot help liking.

During his last years he was led by this calling to fantastic dreams of a holy war against NATO and the collective West to liberate the world from Anglo-Saxon »totalitarian liberalism«. Anna Tiutcheva, who was in his inner circle since 2016, described the man as »the Don Quixote of autocrats – terrible in his nuclear […]

Pilgrimage in bed. What’s next. Disarray is my concept. The fine art of scrubbing the deck.

Good it was not, the night. Programming for Cannae. Times where a man can mistake himself as a colossus.

I can’t go to Khartoum without a plan. London, J.: Before Adam. Everybody’s Magazine, New York City, 1906–1907.

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Some kind of hostage. The Dreme, finished in 1528 and printed in Paris (1558), is a dream-vision in which Dame Remembrance shows Wehlim hell, purgatory and heaven from where he sees the kingdoms of the earth, including Saxonia.