memorandum: all but the booze

Lars vs Leth vs VLC vs Svett vs På Nett (NB: 5:01)

Sent at 12:11 AM on Monday

me: det føles ut som om jeg

sitter på vitnebenken, eller hva

det heter på norsk, og må legge

fram kunsthjernen min, jeg må

holde på den visjonen, selvom

den akkurat fikk meg til å svette

enda mer

Sent at 12:13 AM on Monday

me: Å DET ER SÅ FINT I

USYNC

PS FINT HÅR

PS PS DEN MÅ PÅ BLOGGEN

stine: ja! men hører du godt nok

Sent at 12:15 AM on Monday

me: Å JA

PERFETKT

HA

" SE HAN NU, SE, DET

PERFEKTE MENNESKE

LAVER FILM"

stine: FOR EN FYR

eller heller FOR NOEN FYRER

me: Å JA

Sent at 12:18 AM on Monday

me: VIL DU DRA PÅ KJÆRLIGHETSFERIE MED

MEG I MIN STUE I SOMMER

NÅR JEG MÅ SE HELE TOR

DE FRANCE? JØRGEN ER

DER OGSÅ. NEI, DET VIL DU

SÅKLART IKKE

stine: hæhæ

Sent at 12:20 AM on Monday

stine: nå skal jeg trekke meg

tilbake litt med shameless

perfekt hjernedød serie for meg

idag

me: DET VAR HØYRØVET

LARS, MEN JEG KAN GODT

SE AT DET VAR VENNLIG

MENT, ok jeg har funnet guller

t

skriver det her først

Sent at 12:23 AM on Monday

me: DU VIL IND TIL SKRIGET

. dU TENKTE "MED LIDT

HJÆLP SÅ KAN VI FÅ

SLUPPET DET UD AV

JØRGEN. HAN ER DEN

SMUKKESTE

Sent at 12:26 AM on Monday

me: FUGL SELV" TENKTE DU

"HAN KAN BARE SELV IKKE

TRO DET

Sent at 12:27 AM on Monday

me: JEG SKAL NOK FÅ ????

HAN PÅ VINGENE

Sent at 12:28 AM on Monday

me: DET TENKTE DU, LARS

Sent at 12:31 AM on Monday

me: OG SÅ GAV DU DIG TIL

AT DIRIGERE

Sent at 12:32 AM on Monday

me: OG NEDLA FORBUD PÅ

FORHÅND

Sent at 12:33 AM on Monday

me: FOR AT AVLEDE, FOR AT

GENNOMBRYTE MITT

PANSER

VI KUNNE FOR EKSÆMPEL

AVLEDE JØRGEN VED AT LA

HAM LAVE FILM

Sent at 12:36 AM on Monday

me: SÅDAN LAVER DET

PERFEKTE MENNESKE

FILM, SE HAM NU; HAN

LAVER FILM

barrowed blouse

i dreamed of bitches! or the h-whore returning saying it wanted me back bläääääbllää
but also; i was making breakfast and it was either the hotsoupleftover or an egg and it was for the both of us and we were in a hurry because we were taking a plane somewhere and i couldnt decide so i did bot but the egg turned out as a long sculpture looking like a sculpture witch is a duck i made as a kid and i gave it to you and heating the soup i discovered that the kasserole was upside down so the soup was heating on the floor of it and also growing into a weird shape that i could bend and i showed it to you like a partytrick but at the same time we were still in a hurry

i think of LILL APOCALYPSE, I THINK OF CARS

YES. I learned that your dreams will be more vivid if you eat something hot before going to bed. I ate an impossible soup of cayenne pepper and will after hours in quiet but bright conversation with brother holidays go to bed with cats and wait for it (ps dreamed i killed two strangers last night, old ones in a vegetable store, with knife, but that was all on hot toddy and no food)

DOG ATE

Just ended the book in the bathroom with the water running. We did not talk about the bloody and black t-shirts of bugs, the white horse not stepping on Neals head not in a dream, the dog eating the ending and the ending being what it was, meaning age and limitations. Here I am sitting in the white bright computer room, covered in white paint, even on wedding ring, opening mail, writing emails, missing objects for shelves - used water container, dirty pale coloured taights (for man), scull and shot gun, fish bowl with bubbles, ski mask (crime hat), marihuana pin (white), Danish pantelapp (Ronni, could you get me one?). And looking for 15 more of those relevant memories. No time for thinking and reflecting yet, maybe later. I have stopped drinking, but plan to start again big time and for real when soul is in need and that needs to be soon. Writing two texts at once (and this and that other one). The big one about everything and the smaller true fiction story that might make the character angry (but it`s not like we are going to talk about it until the weather is too hot for problems /talking anyway). Many conversations needs to happen while driving. This is an important point when writing in mentalbleed today. We need to drive more soon. And we will never go to Mexico, right? I am missing lovers in London and missing time and missing the time that is needed to do whatever is wanted whenever I want it. But that is not relevant because we are learning that someone knows time. This was it for now, even though it does not seem to be stuck in the words like I imagined. It is also like I never want to read another book again and also every book in existence. Just enough sleep and sugar. I think of Stine Omar Midtsæter, I think of Stine Omar Midtsæter.

BUBBLE AND SQUEAK!