RIP TJOSTOLV MOLAND

A stranger is gone today, he is lost forever in a prison far far away
We know the story and we remember the celebrity of the most uneasy kind: famous for being bad, famous for being helpless, famous for keeping secrets
"We will take the truth to our graves", they said
We`ll see your possibly slightly less bad other half on a talk show in the glow box real soon, let`s bet on it
Famous for being Norwegian and relatable in the action horror story of our low action lives
Forgotten when the plastic chairs and disco music of the court room became the everyday lock down of the criminals, the guilty, the innocent, the framed and the confused.

Thank you for the entertainment
Sorry for the suffering
A shame about the racist media whoring
 - They put the "us" and "them" back on the map of ugly insight.
Guns, car, jungle, blood, military pride, army fear, communication breakdown
A run a day does not always keep the brain bugs away
See you in the headlines this week and perhaps one more day or even two,

Stay happy behind bars

Go out and play under the cars

Scratch your back with broken jars

Poke a stick into your scars

Pull di can a peas! Is fi ooo? IHRA LILL 27

Art Medicine

Way too late night poem on the pain of not using the gain

It`s time again. The clean fast crazy slick deadly

cykling for choppers and logos

Tour de my whole world just got stolen by the yellow chase

No sharpness of mind or relaxed glow from the heart

Apocalyptic blindness caused by shiny legs

We talk of love (your dog, not your neighbour)

Searching for heart glow

Finding the art slow

But something was made;

there is nothing like sitting on shop at night

Several hours for one bad joke

(that I expect to see on TV tomorrow)

Meet me on the bridge between the two universes

(stolen medicine)

 

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CHERRY (2)

IT`S (1)

IN ARMS

ILL IN THE BLANKS (never sick!)

Sitting in tha boom of the best happiest white art rap I could imagine

Being a bored groupie with a banana, happy art and people and washable sausages saying NOLOLOMARNOLOLOMAR BUT JUST MISSING MY CUE BECAUSE OF WRITING IT DOWN, LIFE HUH?!

In the times of eurowhatvision, inbetween the funny Of almost but never going insane In the name of arts (NEVER WROTE ART TWICE  in A BLOG BEFORE, I THink) . In the times of soon seeing the loved ones, in the times of adrenalin in the lounge, in the times wolf never boring and never alone

Join us
In whatever way you can
Now and at eleven

CHOPGANG FOREVER BITCHES