How about a kiss, Saumensch?

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.

The thrill of being ignored!

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.