Jo, den här sidan har kommit till efter några års -jag borde kanske, vi skulle, det hade varit kul, tänk om. Ibland går det mindre bra och ibland rent åt Helvete. Du kan därför inte se filmen.

You stare deserted at the music you once found half healthy, nutritious and light like that of sun. All knowing in your alone, woebegone to the makers of trash. With your arrow-through-the-head hat and ravaged fashion you sit Indian on said head dress. Facts ablating by thought, deliberating the whole mess once quickened by the thump of heart, is now retarded art. Impeding the rush of molecular transaction. Are all of my clocks behind? I wish i .