While driftting in the midle of the Atlantic Ocean directly to Egypt, i noticed that people in reality are very thin. Its good i lost weight, i look Egyptian now.

Drawing a fantasy story on our island of soft blankets. Chapter Five. Or Chapter Four B, because Chapter Four is lost somewhere. With pictures. When I was sitting under a tree on our island of soft blankets in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I was wondering if I could write a fantasy story for some good people to enjoy. So, it is what it came to ( Read more... )

Осень. Сказочный чертог ( Read more... )

Sometimes its even personal. @ShitpostGate ( Read more... )

There will be 25 minutes mandatory lecture on anatomy and general health topics before any working day ( Read more... )

Not to bother a lot and always to stay in a positive mood for colors in your life, you can visit a store inside the building for any possible material things of the color you love. Mine is pink ( Read more... )

For some experience in communication, there will be empty pizza places outside the building with mafia guys inside to talk about regular pizza with some extra cheese on it and some time alarm set at one hour range ( Read more... )

Drifting in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean I came up with some thoughts of a construction of reality of unreal from where we can go to the island of soft blankets all together with a dry ticket to Galactics. Here we go ( Read more... )

Part two ( Read more... )

Lets include some magic in the process. I am talking about these or those unexpected findings you came to. When drifting in the middle of the Atlantic ocean some waves of unknown origin can recommend you more of the same experience. For example if you listen to a dance music on Spotify, lets say its "Inside me" by Gabriel Moe, which sounds exiting ( Read more... )