Tekniskt fel pågår.
På grund av att en server kraschat är det vissa problem att ladda upp bilder.
Flera äldre bilder har även försvunnit till följd av detta, vilket vi beklagar.
Vi arbetar för att få igång det så snart som möjligt.
'My head feels like a frisbee; twice its normal size. Feels like a football and someone's moved the goal posts. Everything is slightly out of joint and weird; disconnected. I had to hold onto the wall
I mean, we are like catepillars, contemplating pupation. No longer will I chew on the cabbage leaves, no longer will I spend my time moving around on the underside of the foliage! Life must be a prepa
Pick a color Blue.. Pick a number Eight! Pick another number six... Dream is destiny.
The walls, such they be, are crawling with geometric hallucinations. Very brightly coloured, very irridescent. Deep sheens and very highly reflective surfaces everything is machine-like and polished a
Bara några dagar kvar <3
Då va det dags igen :)
Åh, jag hoppas du gråter.
And we can take this huge universe and put it inside a very tiny head, you fold it.