Gregor Priker Gregor Priker Gregor Pirker Gregor Pirker Bernhard Kleber Bernhard Kleber -I’m the one orgasmatron (motörhead)- the inner sleeve...or the fourth wall, a room-maelstrom, or a travelogue under the surface, a catalog of atrocities; fed with mash out of he head gland and he flied away with yellow dusted trousers to study the reality and looked from the edges, tresholds...what he became, what has been; a human being pulls the sun away from the sky and replace it...a heart of darkness! A henchman of the nature, the movement of the returner in the cycle of the metabolic machine; the sensitive one writes: this ist he whitiest butt and the blackest soul (the dick is stiff and the heart is so hard); notes from an imprisoned, in the second tower of freedom, logged outflow: extremity – ejaculate – exegesis, and Hölder (Fritz) means, even more, he cries: ball and chain, and when the clothes are strewn dont’t be afraid of the room, the room the start of it all, maybe the loneliest person in the world...and, give life a turn. Container 2022-12-14T20:56:55.897Z 2018/19 Wintersemester winter term 2018/19