i am geargrind

i make music with synthesizers







the memory hole

book me ~ brobocop@web.de

i love all those who are heavy drops falling from the dark cloud that hangs over men they herald the advent of lightning and as heralds they perish nothing has meaning and you are going to die he who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster and when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into one has only seen little of life if one hasn't also seen the hand that mercifully — kills the thought of suicide is a powerful solace by means of it one gets through many a bad night