lördag 12 mars 2016
The most beautiful moment in life was when you came and everything was forbidden and everything that we were doing that moment, I want to make about for it echoes in my head ' and the blood that I thought was still there you got to run, the reported voice that I utilized so badly did you disappear O I went to sleep that night, thinking that everything was part a love story but the show 'the next day that I had done wrong When I gave you a halo And the moment that I felt that close was only alvedon and judgment heavenly legs that I wanted to devour them went where from Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice And you fall asleep 'that night so awake and dreaming about everything as we have done O if someone wants to give you warmth when everything feels cold, o if anyone touching And I could have done anything to hear that idea but myself, I lay quietly in my bed and then saved by the dangerous precipice - I kind of fell over the edge Then came the angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice And the most heinous moment in life was when you went and all was lost O where I sat with my green-brown eyes and saw the blue-eyed gaze all I had enlarged For then came the angels and take me to her and give me a chance for I believe that soon burns a heart for her elsewhere Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold rates falling so fast everywhere and the heart that would be yours somehow it freezes now slowly to ice Come angels, fairies came it's getting cold Here I sit and bathe the wound with salt it goes to hell with everything But the most beautiful moment in life was when you came ...
söndag 6 december 2015
I got fired from my first job for going to see the movie Purple Rain instead of going to work. To this day, I still love this song and remember every event of that night as a 17 year old male who rather see a movie with his girlfriend than go to work at a pizza place. I LOVE THIS SONG.
måndag 5 oktober 2015
sweet and funny conspiracies:
why do you have an ice bucket on your head
who put you there
it's not your earrings
you are singing and I wonder why
you scream that it’s the day of the heroes
when the body is warm as the finger
one has watery eyes
I remember that I was laying for several hours enjoying what a nice angle it must have looked like, and it's obviously not someone else looking at that angle. It's not even me.
repeat: hello again
shaking glitter from
as suggestive confetti garlands small flags flakes of paint on worn nails inserted in the neck three kinds of juice too strong nearly as concentrate musical chairs with adult participants blow out all the candles paradigm kill participants
a critically acclaimed suction in the skull as a roar PERHAPS
Living the monologue credible and liberating in the sofa and messy but I
I have answered all your questions.
To constant praise a good thing
you could not keep the ocean in your mouth
your saliva was the most beautiful thing I've seen
should I blow?
I love when your motor skills fails
when you are unable to swallow the sun
spilling milk on the table
One would like to sit by this window with closed eyes and dream of looking out
we are here on the floor and we pretend that it rains
are we making it?
you should run in the rain
you should ruin the rain
with your body
with imaginary wars and faces
with colour and cakes
(so many faces)
run jerkily towards the monuments
it’s the same concept as the “imaginary friend”
but it’s a war
The entire skeleton should sing.
the toothbrush foam ran down, ran down, ran down
from your lips
overflowed the corners of the mouth
it was equal to slow
I know why
equal to cracked
it was the worlds, through history, slowest event
You brought the toothbrush back and forth back and forth as if you sharpened
I always laugh a little too late and it's not that I do not understand jokes or anything like that no, it's a deliberate strategy or plan or what to say to make people around me those who are joking a bit worried they who engage with jokes
in the summer you die in front of the outdoor furniture
you get the opportunity to do so multiple times
I love Stockholm City
It’s like Venice but newly constructed
I love that they tore down the old quarters
it's the best thing I know
I'll will start saying take care of your own
Remember when everyone wanted a laser pen and a fight dog, but not necessarily in that order? Yes no maybe.
I dreamed that I was on C's mother's funeral, but it was more like a talent show
I heard one say it would be cool to go to Hawaii but it can be done another time
list of conversation topics (in no particular order):
– what particular order means and has meant (as a concept) to "our part of the world"
– what is a list
I have answered all your questions by now (yes), and I hope you are not frightened by my charisma. I was simply in that room and sold out my lyrics. How should I write the whole waterfall. If there is a window sill. If there is soil from a cracked pot, four batteries, a glass with flowers, leaves that wilted, a plastic bag from the grocery store, a foil package for intermediates (this is the “weak cardio guess”). If there is a white element in front, below. If there is a roll of tape, a glass bottle with dirt, yellow sponges, some bubble wrap, a calculator. How should I describe the surface. The grey bursting up. The neckline of a white T-shirt thrown on the ground. Four black boots seen from above. The way you talk on the phone makes your back a hump. All the broken leaf is like pinned on the fence. If there is more fabric, and we are flying very low. If it’s very green and brushy.
One day we only communicate with key words.
Teach us fill the gaps.
Teach us imagination.
It's unbelievable and study techniques
I want to dub the movies (all of them) and do it really bad. Throw stones in glasshouses.
believe it’s an original funny face.
The most beautiful word that is also an activity is beachcombing. Today it’s on the schedule. Chance then. To operate in the wind which is a perfect classic. We find plastic glasses glistening cloudy
tangerine peel, cigarette butts. An absolutely fantastic shell to a phone.
Spontaneous associations to faces:
I had a sore on the mouth, and yes it was a cold sore
I cut myself in the finger
It’s a snow angel filled with blood and cortisone and chemotherapy and french fries and custard and vomit and almond eggs (which you had pressed in your mouth when you ran out to pee during the commercial break that summer day in the countryside and you jumped on the fly at the low trampoline and fell forward and tore your breast on a stone) and slush and semen and lip balm and
söndag 21 juni 2015
A novel called " We really are a bunch of " AND THAT 'S ABOUT ALL
An incubator called "the Louvre" and that's about the CHILDREN'S ROLE IN THE ART, THE NEXT THING IS REALLY to laugh at and photograph THE LAUGHING AT-crowd and shoot anyone who just shoot MONA LISA AND THEMSELVES IN FRONT of her
Mona-Lisa was really nice; AS WELL AS ORACULAR THE BEATLES NOW we lift EVERYONE! Eat up your words and salivate! It's like a single long MOOD! Just like that without action (WAS REALLY CRITICISM)! Pelt me with EMPTY THREATS AND TALES!
We must be long-term