The first time I consciously picked up on bad writing without it being spoonfed to me was "You can hear it in my accent when I talk [...]." from Englishman in New York -- an otherwise perfectly fine song.
@zermatist The BAPist account Paian, who I think is now banned, has published a few book-long poems about the Christian devil in the pagan underworld (?) I havent read them and wouldnt be surprised if they were bad
One of my favorite videos. Total privation of the heart, a dank, windowless cellar, death star trash compactor walls, rien n'embellit les murs de ce cloître odieux. Then, the stage. You jump up and down: the wind blows
I wrote this short article about German Singer Roger Cicero last year, but never got around to posting it
I'm currently working on a longer article, a rehabilitation of sorts of the great Benjamin Reichwald. https://t.co/u5FVcwpWxt
One of my favorite videos. Total privation of the heart, a dank, windowless cellar, death star trash compactor walls, rien n'embellit les murs de ce cloître odieux. Then, the stage. You jump up and down: the wind blows
@feuilletonopfer This is the result of a long battle fought with his father's cousin Hubert, who also ran a bakery called Auer, over the dominion over the Graz conurbanation. Hubert had to sell his storefronts and eventually died; now Martin turns his eyes toward the wide woke world.