MONIKA GRABUSCHNIGG
Hell, Yes!Burned against the rear fender
Razed in Isolation
Violent delights
Incubation Highway
Liquified desires, I speed so far
...of bread, wine cars, security & peace
In delirium I wear my body
Nightshades
Fantasy electrifies my hand
deep storage
The garden bridge
What satisfaction could you possibly have
Haptic House
What shall I swear by
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