*300 copies limited edition. In process of stocking. 2023 stock* Kaspar Dead Pain - is our better Kaspar is dead! Who carries now the burning flag in Wolkenzopf’s hidden schnippchen strikes who confused now parapluie dresses with first adresses and probably dead with the acclamation bee father ozone spindle of you holier bimbam kaspar is dead! therefore I sigh far its surnames Kaspar Kaspar Kaspar! Why you left us? Into which shape now your beautiful large soul moved? Do you a star become or one black light or a transparent brick from the groaning drum of rocky nature half-charred heap of failure: now the black skittle-alley thunders and none draws up who eats now with the lonely rat at the phosphorous table? Who wants to entice now the devil if the horses? Who does not explain to us the monogramme in asterisks its bust becomes the fire-place of all true noble humans. that is comfort nevertheless and schnupftabak for a totenkopf.