Friday, 27 September 2013

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






 


 


 

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

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

Monday, 19 August 2013

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



Sunday, 30 June 2013

Art Medicine

Way too late night poem on the pain of not using the gain
It`s time again. The clean fast crazy slick deadly
cykling for choppers and logos
Tour de my whole world just got stolen by the yellow chase
No sharpness of mind or relaxed glow from the heart
Apocalyptic blindness caused by shiny legs
We talk of love (your dog, not your neighbour)
Searching for heart glow
Finding the art slow
But something was made;
there is nothing like sitting on shop at night
Several hours for one bad joke
(that I expect to see on TV tomorrow)


Meet me on the bridge between the two universes
(stolen medicine)


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