Cotton Day, hard long love forever

Spending days apart
is what we do
Last year you called my name outside my window
This year I am yelling STINE OMAR in between the reggae dance high


The strongest open love is well known, the biggest words is not for now, longer words will follow. Thank you for two great years of hard long warm love

(Stine, listen up
  The ring is missing
      I always take it off before unfaithful gestures
          So with the purest intentions it might be lost for a while
              But I will find it before midnight
                 I suspect it might be resting on a dust cotton bed aka the vacuum cleaner)

With time on my side I would make beautiful cotton art for you

ELSKER DEG.

HØYEST OG GØYEST

                                   

moon full in our cotton

i blogged u in commando but my cotton of rapture was on in the moonlight. we going steady and free. an email on its way for deeper insights. my slime is running. my ring be sitting tight in my jeans at the dance. i will do a line for u. a cup and a snort; darling u beautiful. forever unfaithfully yours

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