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Kivutar Jag andas flammande lågor obönhörligt spetsigt pulserande Famlar efter ord och vilja Du är allt jag ser och talar Jag vill skrika så ljusen...
Kivutar Jag andas flammande lågor obönhörligt spetsigt pulserande Famlar efter ord och vilja Du är allt jag ser och talar Jag vill skrika så ljusen...
Today I really really need to get to work with the e-zine. I’ve been postponing it for too long, and then when I meant to...
Lovely weather, though a bit cold, beautiful scenery, great food. That sums up our three days in Rome. Marina got pick-pocketed Friday, though, and lost...
Sometimes I wonder about my shopoholic tendencies. What is it that makes the spending of money and the acquiring of new garments, gadgets, books and...
Masses of water carrying people, cars, houses, parts of unidentifyable things. A man stuck between palm trees, fighting to keep his head above the rising...
I can’t believe how fast this month goes by. I got back from London two weeks ago and it feels like a couple of days....
It turned out that the handbag guys had switched markets – from Portobello to Petticoat Lane. I didn’t find the ones that look like high-heeled...
Together with one other girl I was the only passenger on the airport coach from Stockholm Central to Arlanda. They can’t be making money. No...
Tonight I went to an event at Mondo called Why the hell are we not signed?. The main reason was of course to watch Coy...
I have watched tv2 all evening, where they had a thematic evening on madness/mental illness, especially madness and creativity. The topic is one I have...
Today I’m going to do something I don’t like when other people do. I’m going to write about blogging. People seem to like reading that...
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