Date | 2005-08-16 |
Message | Lo and behold: du vet, du håller mig: wide awake! |
Date | 2005-08-16 |
Message | fan, Mercy jag kan den texten utantill. och det är inte fjäsk. jag kan den utantill för att den är fin. den är fin. och för att du är fin. du är fin. |
Date | 2005-08-14 |
Message | Hej Cassius. Appropå texter tänkte jag att du skulle få del den bästa av de bästa: (fast den är inte gjord av mig, även om jag önskar att så vore fallet) I paint them roughly I paint them in my sleep Ira Gula Luxuria Heavy as their holes are deep Roma Roma Where is my country Wholly in his hands Worthy in his eye You and I David 'Eugene' Edwards of woven hand / Oil on Panel/ Concider the birds Du har en fin blogg. Hejdå. |
Date | 2005-08-13 |
Message | en dag ska alla dina drömmar inte gå i uppfyllelse en dag ska du inte ha skrattat allt skratt du föddes att skratta en dag ska du veta för sista gången att din längtan stod stjärnor till kommer du vända dig mot mörkret då? kommer du sträcka din hand mot intet och se den till intet förbliva? eller kommer du acceptera världen, som du fick den och le åt att ingen människa någonsin har sig själv att tacka för någonting |
Date | 2005-08-06 |
Message | okej det här blir nog den sista: in a bar there was somebody i knew he was sitting with a girl she was not so pretty but pretty enough i felt that i could show her the world that night i started talking to the girl we were laughing together i felt that i was winning then she sat next to the person i knew she placed her hand on his leg and i knew that i was losing i wanted to hurt her but i did not it is just the world i guess. i took the tram home i looked at the strangers i looked at the darkness outside the windows i looked at my memories of those i loved. when i got home there were flowers outside my neighbor's door he had a birthday. i wrote a note, with a birthday congratulation and placed it next to the flowers. then i went to bed and that was the end of that day. |
Date | 2005-08-06 |
Message | en tredje, for cassius and the emptiness between the stars: i was sitting in the sofa with the girl i loved we were really in love we could talk about anything she understood me and i understood her it was perfect i asked her: do you know that story? about bellman and the german and the norwegian and the goat? yes she said. that is really funny i said and laughed. but she did not think it was funny. i could not understand. how could she not think it was funny? suddenly everything felt so strange. we were lovers. she was my best friend. i loved her. she was sitting so close. but... i felt that i was alone in the universe. |
Date | 2005-08-05 |
Message | en dikt till: it was a winter day the snow was everywhere i was so glad i could make snowballs and throw them high up in the air i took a promenade everybody i saw was happy the birds were singing and the reindeers were practising but then i saw a pig sitting on a bench looking so sad i asked the pig: why are you so sad? the pig did not answer it had an expression of sorrow and grief it was in pain i said: hello pig, why do you cry! you should be glad! but the pig just looked at me with eyes full of troubled waters it was strange i wished for the pig to be happy it should not know sadness now, when christmas was near i wished it could enjoy the holiday i left it sitting there, staring into nothing, looking like it was the end of the world i knew that it would certainly cheer up eventually after all, christmas has so much to offer with the gifts and good tv-programs, the dopp i grytan and sausages and ham and all |
Date | 2005-08-05 |
Message | en dikt ha ha: i was walking in the street the empty street suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a beautiful girl she saw me too she came up to me she was like the storm she said: I think you're beautiful do you want to walk with me? i did not know how to answer. my words were like heavy stones, impossible to move. i turned away. in my heart, i knew i did not love her. lonely was I, when I walked away that day. lonely am I, when today i roam the roads and i wonder... did i do the right thing? and the only answer is: i don't know. |
Date | 2005-08-04 |
Message | jag tror aldrig jag har sett en ordentlig bild på dig som skulle få mig till att känna igen dig, men en velvet- tröja är ett ganska bra kännetecken. vi kan ju ta varandras mobilnummer och så löser det sig ifall vi inte skulle hitta varandra. vilken dag åker du ner? (det blir väl ner? geografi!) vi åker upp på onsdag morgon. tchóu. 3 |
Date | 2005-08-03 |
Message | En besviken DSC:are.. jaa.. men iaf.. jag tänkte på att det var innehållet som var det viktiga, och slutet.. ) inte själva orden i sig. hejhejhej |