Can part of your story be our story and then sold to the not so massive masses as my art or are we too old now and is it stealing of the wrong kind?

 NOT OUR MOTHERS` BACKS

We are not the Ones running into the forest when being told that the name They gave us is dead now. 

We are not the Ones with a blood clot that took away Their sentences and big chunks of Their Meanness as a bonus.

We will not forever be doomed with the shape of a barrel or with long arms and huge boobs. Our silhouettes are already way freakier and making us be recognized by squinting faces or floppy ears  from meters and meters away.

Our voices might not be as deep as we dream it in our minds, or letting the air through the chords when we need it to, but we will never use them to say the things They have told us.

We don't have to be sorry and make Them feel better when They cry.

Our chairs and amounts of salt differ greatly.

BERGEN GETS THE BOX RED

HI we rolled across the country of norway got to soak in that epic view and now were here on the westcoast kisses to our darling Charlotte Jonsmyr for making this happen. Tomorrow, MAY 3 2018, at Landmark at Landmark as part of an evening of Performance, Struggle, Desperation & Loss we will perform the BOX. RED. 3LITERS once again BUT THE IMPROVED AND WELL ARTICULATED VERSION!!!! Doors open 7pm and we re on at 830pm after some hypnotherapy. DJ WHOREMORE is closing the night eventually so BERGEN come see our lil masterpiece on the brown carpet

VAGINAL DAVIS TONITE AT IVARS

none of this, us and everything, might have been if it wasnt for her OUR PERFORMOTHER CREAM DAVIS DOLL DIVA ICON as lill apocalypse and omar found each other under her seminar back in school and a bottle of clan macgregor and been rolling since TONITE SHE IS IN OUR OSLO -GET YOUR FACE TO IVARS KRO for trollkrem is importing again with edvard and the gang 8PM TONITE TONITE TONITE and karaoke

TOMORROW AT THE MALL

Munch is on the move with Trollkrem Import and were gonna be rolling again hot sweats up in the premiere clip clip sipping redbulls until the break of the mall WE WILL BE SHOWING OUR BRAND NEW WORK AT GRØNLAND BASAR, OSLO AT 8PM, you wanna come pet our unicorn

Diktert melding, fredag

 Nå snakker jeg til telefonen til deg. Taco til frokost  taco til lunsj 

Stå opp klokka 3:00, tappa ikke blod, og er veldig skitten

Grein litt da jeg ikke klarte å finne fram riktig historie til aleinetidkatalogen, men tror jeg snart er klar for dagen, skal dusje og se ferdig den stygge filmen om gamle menn som bor i kloakken og snakker med sine utstoppa hunder

Rekker dere polet eller har vi egen bar?

Jeg rollerblader inn i dusjen nå

Gjerne

 Gjerne 

 Brain 

kjære dagbok

jeg drikker patron,palomino er her,spacebaren er fuckajeg må gåtilbake i hver setning for åseparere. jeg vilbare si takkforinnlegget og forat jegfikksove sålenge ibrødskiva og atjeg likerutfordringa det er åbare skrive tildeg her.skullelegge vedet bilde

hilsen stine ses påfredag

With our own hair on our snoute (a family tail)

About bending down
(written five meters away from the screen, plenty of room for errors)
History says that bending down is for pesant for royalty in shame or in dept
I do not agree
Yo are sleeping with the dogs on our royal piece of toast and I say
bending down to the ler view or even all the way to the ground is where the love is
To help a fallen comrade,
Where the best dance moves happen
where you find the smalles treasures
And everything seems enormous
and the only way is up såklart sier de

Abd the line I promised u before bedtime
prof thet fast country is as curly for the toungebrain as fast rap

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway

Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not OK.
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

Don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

I took of all my clothes and danced
never ever ever sliding on the floor and getting up again alone
but thats okay because I felt like this

And we know
floors
time
and our borrowed accidental or Vem vet hair family

Hi Santa

sovesofa. hair spaghetti. ihra lill. fyller tretti

i wanna lay u down in a bed of @}-,-'--

a big day 3 0 welcome to the club, this is when it really starts everything else was just foreplay 

thinking about possible ways of proving this to you

still thinking. need a drink. lets SKYPE
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nå har vi skypa. du sa rein dag. vi får se på det, poster så lenge






მე შენ მიყვარხარ!!!!!!

31

Det er en blogg i magen, du er 31 og ordene bare kommer ut på norsk, hva er greia med det, kanskje det er det som skjer når man blir eldre, man fornorsker seg, man blir til en norsk stein, Stine, merker du noe til det? Og er tankene dine på norsk eller engelsk eller hva skjer inni hode der i det begie-tona landet? Du stråkker inn i 30-åra med mer stil og hjerte enn noen gang, husk å ta mentale notater til etterfølgerene. Fingrene smeller ned så ser vi hva det ble

Your swirly cake hit me with afterthought, maybe 31 is the first year maybe the giftS you wish for is of a more elusive shape than bills. Its a challenge in the baking, here s a list (not that money was ever on top, but it has always been a nice dream for fuel and production.)

FREE FORTUNES FOR OMARS THIRTHYSECOND YEAR ON EARTH, or another taste-  if the world was not of money, what would it look like? I dont know, Im no expert, maybe the opposite here cås Im still 29, So with elusive wealth and your ever wide smile in mind, I roam the webs for high predictions: 

" PROPHETESS VANGA, OR BABA VANGA AS SHE IS KNOWN ON THE BALKANS, CAN BE EASILY PUT IN THE SAME SENTENCE AS NOSTRADAMUS. MANY PEOPLE LIKE TO CALL HER THE NOSTRADAMUS OF THE BALKANS, AND WITH A GOOD REASON. THE PROPHETESS WAS RIGHT FOR MANY CALLS SHE MADE DURING HER LIFE, AND IF HER PROPHECY IS TRUE, NEXT YEAR (2016) WE WILL SEE THE END OF EUROPE AS WE KNOW IT "

Editors note: This must be good, no? Imagine all counties being one, every one learning the same languages thru good entertainment, all running free and no sad history lessons about the things in the past a new Europe is coming. And also, since Banga Vanga does not have eyes, one could assume her visions of Europe have good imagery if the sounds become softer, so less noise and babies, more colors, all easy.


" it's a gold rush again this year as people panic from the gloom and doom predictions. I have it on fact from a financial planner that Europeans plan to buy up property and investments in the United States once Donald Trump becomes president. "

Editors note: boiling this down to more of your favorite items turning gold and a patch of land near vegas for christmas.

" Russia Makes Peace

If the Russians are “not” allied with Europe and the West during the beginning of this war, Nostradamus stated in the Epistle that a northern king from Aquilon (an allusion to Russia) will eventually help to set things right. "

Editors note: And love. Counting on you doing your very best to spread the peace RIGHT NOW, temporary russian epistles.

"2017 timeline contents

Tooth regeneration is transforming dental care
The first human head transplant
Wireless, implantable devices that monitor a range of health conditions in real time
The world's first HIV vaccine is commercially available 

                                              "

Editors note: A lot of health, so this must mean that the rest of the humans are responsible for keeping the parties going!

Post these and zoom into the future and make some drawings of your year to come.
I love you
And I will see you at the fire on the bridge on the brightest day by the dark seascape with free luxury and maybe something stolen and golden as I follow your first steps into the exotic numbers of years not mentioned very often or good in songs

it was the only one out there seriously, having cars is so 25

Only Better On Omar 1234567891112131415161718192021222324252627282930

This particular type of text, the celebratory one, is kind of difficult today. It`s not me. It`s you. Let me explain

You`re 30 and I love you intensely
that part is a given easy piece of type-flow true and real as zits, ink in skin, salt on fried stuff etc
and
I was thinking about you today at 00:01 when I was peeing in the dark, remembering all the times we pee(d) in the dark
in the early morning when wondering how early morning you would have, fantasizing of a spicy Omar breakfast
When staring at my foot, imagining how you would put your style on it
When writing a flattering letter to a nurse, believing in its importance and consequence because love is a given, to be served and spread and opened with no fear because Omar thought me so
When waiting for mother because mothers are on all sides of the bridge
When almost choosing the sweet corn option in the salad bar
When chewing on the baby mais
When mama bought bling bandages at the pharmacy
When eating strawberries wondering if they would make your tongue blister
(to be continued in the ending)

Now here is the celebratory conundrum
Excerpts from Yesterday
I was closing my eyes and dreaming that the paracet fizzy water was a deliberate vitamin come down in preparation for a next adventure, it made me think of you ofcourse
I almost started to cry when I tasted what they had done to the potatoes. This made me wish for yours ofcourse
The shock of realizing that there was nothing pink to see in the entire room, then I saw you clearly in the color of mind
I was looking at my foot, the same whiteness on the 4th day, wondering what do decorate it with, making a note that you would know best
at 23:50 I was trying to pee in the dark, looking for the right tricks, no shame all fun, thinking of you made it come

And the same unconscious conscious pattern of connections goes for the day before that and before that and Thursday and Wednesday and so on and so on and so on.
So, do you see what I mean? You have been with me today just as much as any other days, I have just struggled to find appropriate ways to add you in thought sequences with balloons in logical connections. Not easy. Vlad showed up. I have no explanation

When trying to sing forever young, no conviction was found because you`ll always be the most handsome oldie I know

grounded floor, molded confirm

about time

i woke up by the neighbor coughing blood in the stairs again. INSTINCT i jump up and out fast as possible and wash it away. i hope that if he is sick to death his last days will be cheerful and full of the drinks he likes. i am drinking the wrong kind of beer i promised myself that if i have to drink beer after dark it has to be a german one and look this one is not.
writing to write, writing to stop constipation, writing to talk to my wife in crime in the mental channel finally again. Do you often think about that you as Lill Apocalypse belongs in Los Angeles? i cannot remember this.
january is a fat and dirty blanket. berlin is full of dogshit, swamps of mud and the excess onions from their døner and 4 times a day we bring it in and sleep on it before we wake and do it all again. many a beer. when will the beer ever see the daylight? LA puts u on a boat of lime sliding down the river of mexican beer so ur good and ready for the night
i met 2 ducks this christmess, the most beautiful ducks bred for eating by man. imagine a stokkand x3 and they love each other and fear everything else. fear of everything else might come with being bred as food. a good instinct when your chest is too heavy for your wings to bear you, your chest is bred so huge for it is meat on a plate and you have no chance of flying away from the slaughter man. anyways these ducks now live with good people and are safe, eating snails every summer and bread every winter. the other night one of them was found lying inside his house full of blood, shaking. a stripe of blood left from his desperate walk to his house. The good people figures he mustve been bitten by a big dog by the footprints. the other one is not to be found but after searching they find her lying under the house frozen by shock and tho she normally would never let anyone touch her she is so in shock that she lets the human carry her up to the house. they are taken to the vet and given penicillin down through the beak every night.
i hate the circle of life. i hate nick and johnny. i love that u made me write this much. i love that a T was stuck inside of me to stop the bleed thats how old i am

FAUX LEATHER DAY

Three years. In this time we lost fat and purity, but gained guts and experience tons worth in golden beating hearts. Time apart is not counted, planning is still done with the most of care with approximately six love festivals a year.
1. The memories of getting to the church late, no power to play the track for the walk down the occupied isle with roses stolen from the dead

, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHglLvksLNY
The facts are blurry but the memories sweeter than ever
2. Our mothers say we look skinny and tired, a sure sign that we are living life to the fullest. Observe baby fat and ring still present back in the days of 2011

2. We almost lost the days this time -  a true sign that we indeed know our own time, inside you inside me, always and easily faux cheesy. On our wedding night the sky was pink

3. We do the happy thing. Being stoned out of our minds we have learned is the perfect way to celebratory write down the tributes necessary on this pleather day of tight and swetty summer hitting a cold streak

The message of love is always clear, we still do flowers and fun in this year of laugh apocalyptic grown up life and temporary drug addiction. Love your spouses, enjoy your houses, take your time, feel your crime, the poems does not always have to shine if you don't want them to.

Lovers, blood, glitter and mental damage most appreciated, Inside u inside me, see you in some days (many many days, no stress) to slide on the holiday soap

we`re growing up

DU VEIT

THIS POST HAS BEEN GROWING INSIDE US FOR A LONG WHILE
WE LISTEN TO FOREVER YOUNG on repeat while we like to sit on drive at night because the deadline will be before its time and that`s how we roll and u know it!

4.4.14, BITCHES

Got a new old camera with the official name DIGITALKAMERAT 

Still in need of some practice u know

There we go; rose_u_know

Valentine`s time machine u know 

we have reasonable crushes u know

u know

potet/potitt, tourist / lover, lemon / lime

social realism 

nature

we love u know

yellow before bunkbeds

steady as a rock

one of three is feeling that ANDY needs to be recognized

"to make it easier for them" u know

hunks in bunks

that thing P does with his tongue when in slight discomfort u know

we don`t know

Sometimes things are made and look too much like art by accident u know

HAMRE

tung rote grutze i valentinsbloggen. speedhjertet hamrer avgårde og i gode stunder nr 2 i mer angstfyllte nr 3? uansett, ALLE HJERTER GLEDER SEG

ALL HEARTS

I love you more than ever. I will dance for you, with you and because of you tonight

The words belong to the brain but today all the strength goes to that old pumping young heart

Party updates might follow 

Our hearts say

BANG BANG BANG BANG

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

 


 


 

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