fucking verrücktes, schön in der Reinheit des menschlichen Natur...
Willkommens in meiner Welt der absoluten Wahrheit

'Keep Your Mouth Shut; Big Money for You!'

Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse
Heligoland
Sonntag, Mai 13 1917.

<Johnee! You are velly bad boy! Since we were children I, know that you turn the blue light. And as if the sky the end were, thus we are your brothers, until the eagle clasps the globe once again...>

-King Butzi

Jonny Von K. The Cobra only comes out when he’s on it: Doing it. Freestyle. Mainline. Death holds no fear for the Denim lord. Clad down tight, in leather boots and Iron crosses, you better not get in his way unless you’re going to take the path he’s taking, because he’s not going to stop for you… Machinery submits and becomes part of the man, he knows no limits when it comes to carnage, he knows no pain when it all goes wrong. Just get back up. Just keep going. Von K can’t even spell the word ‘quit’.

He’s cool though, you know, like the Gentleman of Death.

anybody that can hang around the toilets at the fremantle train station deserves to be a cook at the miss Maud bistro

"'tis only the bluff that seperates a man such as he from the gallows!", i'v heard it said. heard it said, and many's the time, too; many's the time when drunken badinage between three or seven rogues takes a dangerous turn, and one poor soul would table the never Good Kommander for discussion.

a poor soul, indeed a poor sold soul, for they say to whisper the name of the kriegsmensch himself is to give him your all; your life, your family and your everlasting spirit.

if you have company foolish enough, and legs quick enough to learn his name and yet live, let it it not past your lips slip, nor on your tongue dance 'ere he finds reason to find berth with you.