THAT`S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR

On the worst of days, when the sun burns the salt in the face from yesterday ( peanuts, tears, street dust and glitter ) - Don`t wash it. Life will kick it again anyways. Words might pile up together with an anger and sadness of bone and soul crushing proportions. Experience tells us to kick it and do it, just do it. So here comes the to-do bleeding list of insight or the lack of it that might help us through it: 

1. Find a book by a great author that never smiled and committed suicide in the end.

 Jens Bjørneboe smiling

  

I promise, you will find something in the book that puts your pain in perspective and makes you focus on the more important elements.

Perspective from book:

In the olden days when people were still hanged from open gallows, it was customary for the closest friends of the doomed to stand in the front row of the audience, ready jump up and attach themselves to the condemned body to weigh it down so the strangulation be over with as fast as possible.

2. The element of friendship: Let them save you

                                                        PaCh in Malmö: 25.10 - 03.11

 

Studio blessing from Paris with love

3. Find the bottom, look at it and bathe in it but do not understand it; every advice will sound like directions for someone else. Share your pain with a stranger in the sun, listen to the familiarity of your story and hear the waste of emo-time. Provoke adrenalin, drink vodka, never sleep, dance to radio voices, and cry to heavy metal, write ugly poems, watch movies were all the actors remind you of the blood, eat things hard to chew so your jaw hurt and annoy you, start five new projects you don`t have time for, yell at missionaries on the street, attract flashers, spend all your money and make new problems, drink coconut dream to every meal, fall asleep in front of the computer in the daytime, stay honest, if the ugly is true the ugly is best. 

COCONUT DREAM

Thank you for smoothing out the eye burn of my nightmare

You are too sweet to be true

If a high brain could just focus on you all day long

every sad song made would be an I miss my dreamy coconut song

I shower in coconut and feel it getting sticky

Your container is crooked, but your love ain`t tricky

You save me with fusion

Soaking the ache, believe the  creamy illusion

  Hard white nut meets soft white stuff

Bless you for helping me kick the guff