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
???????

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