Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Monday, 26 January 2015
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
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
Thursday, 21 August 2014
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
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
Thursday, 13 March 2014
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!
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
Saturday, 15 February 2014
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
Friday, 14 February 2014
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
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
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
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