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A long time ago, you
A long time ago, you
I was beyond my wildest dreams green stuff
I felt the death of blue leaf
At the end of my blood going clung.
The more your body will not be able to withstand heat when
My bones were starting to bend
They didn't cut my nails,
Even at the end of the hair, clear blood
Were flowing
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.














