Something is moving, something not. What was supposed to move is not moving, what is moving is the idea of staying more - at least the question is always one: how to catch a clear way where to draw a path where two different combined energies can do more than create brilliant internal wrinkles of skepticism and maneuvre in the void of the future for creating the possibility of the 0,000000012987% to arrive to stay in a place called Vienna when the time is rolling, the money is over, the project need an anti constipation medicine for going on and we, Henna and the writer of this post, we are subject to different enrollments in the future? Hollywood teach that there is always a sequel, and the sequel most of the time is the result of the will of earning still some money from the idea of a script where a corporation spent lots of billions of dollars. Think at Gremlins, Gremlins 2 or Gremlins 3, think to Indiana Jones, Indiana Jones and the bla bla and the other Indiana Jones and the other bla bla or also about Terminator. What is sure is that the characters, if they die during the first episode, they get back somehow resurrected by the will of Warner Bros or whatever else big boss. Well, ya, right now the thing is this, we are late, so late that it's incredible to realize it. Even now. Sewing machine exploded, and it will be ready next week. I will leave for fifteen-twenty days between March and April and here there is the will to stay maybe longer. Whatever you understood from this post it was offered by Institute of Brain Farming of Laxenburgerstrasse.
