Siebensinn

2001 was the year. We wore "Musc Ravageur" full of enthusiasm, feeling full, invincible, walking along like "the hype" itself with big wadded thumping steps. Like the Mashmellowman: what was to stop us. The world...

I'm still struggling for words. Where to begin? Let's say in advance: The thing has no equal. I already find considerably exciting: Kei-nes-glei-chen! Absolutely unique, at least as far as I'm concerned: Here was a bull's-eye...