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Philipp Sorge is on page 83 of 1120
Es ersteht beim Lesen die Lust, die alten Platten von The Pogues aufzulegen
Aug 18, 2023 12:14AM
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Dec 04, 2023 09:39PM
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Goodness is required.
It is part of the design.
Badness is understood.
It is a lapse, and part of the design.

Acknowledgement of the good
And condemnation of the bad
Are required. Lapses
Are not understood.
Nov 13, 2023 09:46PM
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Philipp Sorge is on page 701 of 1120
Oct 30, 2023 11:36PM
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Philipp Sorge is on page 597 of 1120
Oct 08, 2023 09:47AM
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Philipp Sorge is on page 439 of 1120
Oct 01, 2023 08:17AM
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Philipp Sorge
Philipp Sorge is on page 385 of 1120
You have taken the east from me; you have taken the west from me;
you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;
you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;
and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!
Sep 27, 2023 09:45PM
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Philipp Sorge
Philipp Sorge is on page 363 of 1120
Sep 24, 2023 11:26AM
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Philipp Sorge
Philipp Sorge is on page 250 of 1120
‚May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may//
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange‘

Wird in mein Beleidigungsrepertoire aufgenommen.
Sep 14, 2023 09:47PM
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Philipp Sorge
Philipp Sorge is on page 237 of 1120
Sep 11, 2023 09:34PM
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Philipp Sorge
Philipp Sorge is on page 207 of 1120
Nothing more funny than a poem where a rider curses his horse to hell because it threw him off in front of the woman he loved, she lost all respect for him and broke up with him.

'I gave you oats, you thankless devil!
And saved your life, you graceless fiend, you!
From ragged mane to scrubby tail
I combed and brushed and scraped and cleaned you.'
Sep 04, 2023 11:33AM
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Ulrike Sikorski „You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot!Happy Christmas your arse! I pray God it's our last“ :-)


Philipp Sorge Wir verstehen uns^^


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