Wir fallen auf wie ein Wichsfleck auf ’nem schwarzen Bettlaken (solange der Vorrat reicht)

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Hab noch einige Texte, die ich noch nich veröffentlicht hab, zumindest nicht außerhalb universitärer Einrichtungen. Heute: der vierte Teil der Kurzgeschichte “Propaganda Poster”.

„you don’t have to join the war I mean you have to join the war but you don’t have to well let me explain your support is very important essential you are a big part in our big plan you have the privilege of caring for your husband friend whatever you choose support him wherever you can however you can join us by just being there for him you don’t have a man in your life? that is wonderful you can win the war being a munitionette building ammunition work in the Civil Service and help refugees recruit men help spreading the ideas of democracy and freedom by handing up posters look what other women are ready to do for their homeland you want to be respected and appreciated this is how it’ll work oh you want to help at the front line that is even better we can’t give you a gun but your weapon will be a syringe or a wooden spoon the forces need you show your metal let me see what you are made of she’ll be okay she understands we need more of them these people willing to fight willing to sacrifice the war would be over tomorrow no-holds-barred no cop-outs destroy annihilate these Huns barbarians butchered and raped thousands of innocents they deserve our hate contempt together we must stand against them us against them everywhere this is timing the parade is coming they through my street exciting showing their support magnificent tiny little pieces clockwork marching for a good cause the right cause banners flickering noise reflecting winning the war in the streets another possible important message for enemies here and there unity power victory I should not envy them I do my job they do their fair share where are the others where are they why don’t they do all this sitting in their cosy homes sipping drinks while people are dying murdered they don’t understand YET later it might be too late they have to understand information I give it to them my mission why can’t they just listen why can’t they just let me teach them what to do I have to reach them I can’t tell them everything for their own good, lying?“

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