OLD ENOUGH TO BLEED

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

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

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

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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

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

grounded floor, molded confirm

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

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

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!