Else is treading dangerous grounds; armed to the teeth with Hanna's gasmask and a soldering iron she's entering the realm of the styrofoam. Her quest is to make the cobblestones for the backyard - and survive the potential vicious headaches and lazy sensations of the evil gasses.
Dwelling in the outermost regions of chaos, Tore is working on the apartment. Tore has been neglected on this blog - but alas; like solar rays bursting with positive energy he has been working like there was no tomorrow.
Herr Strandgaard is fighting the heat while making the windows for the apartment. Talking about ritual burnings and hot chicks he crosses the threshold of liquid space... ...in his mind!
we will end this post with a poem by Derrick Wang.
"They say there is a spaceship flying out amongst the stars
housing beasts of all describtions with no prison bars
joyous is the spaceship - in rapture and in peace
"They say there is a spaceship flying out amongst the stars
housing beasts of all describtions with no prison bars
joyous is the spaceship - in rapture and in peace
a radiant glowing light that'll never sieze".
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