5 DAYS

eng. trans.

To the 5th of August 2011. Bigger D, the biker. One bottle of vodka. Plus. H, we could not do whole sentences, sorry. Pastell on the floor and foot. The movie is "88 minutes" (72 minutes to go). Waiting for Craig. The handwriting confirmes damage to right half of the brain. Without sweater with two gentlemen on the floor. New deal. Pink sportsbra. Tendon/Scene is hurting. The letter will never arrive. Epic notes.

P.S. For O, you are a beauty. Counting days, cocoloco. Cakes and kisses, up and away in the sky. Party in the whale.

DET NAERMER SEG

am lying on yogamatte. theres thousands of them out here. we talked on the phone just now. the smaller cat has a birthday. i finished the fresitawino. the house is huge and i still dont know how to turn on the tv or how to

Tour de Crash

The man, the day, the time, the team, his country, the investors, the bike, the broadcast, the crowds, the hills, the wind, the money, the view of France. That is the order of things.

"The only thing you can be sure about with Tour de France is that you can`t be sure about anything"

"The stress is breeding more stress."
The bikers are nervous
One got in a car and disapeared
One broke his collar bone
One broke his nose so hard that he could not remember if he finished the race or not.

I can`t fall asleep before the children`s TV starts. There was a show about a missing egg in an animal hospital during Easter time. I saw it without sound, so I don`t know if I got it, but I am sure that the turtle doctor did.

The Beatles. Nobody heard a thing of their concerts after 1963. All screaming.

Long roads ahead. I like it. Here is a long road of images that have something to do with everything and you.