Killer Songs: 04/01/2007

Turin Brakes

I got to get stoned or I can't go
to sleep

Tears for Fears

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
That the dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

Bo Sundström aka Bo-Kasper

Om vi kör ihjäl oss, gör vi det med flit.

(If we die in a car crash, we do it on purpose)

Zapp Brannigan

-"I predict an all-out tactical dogfight, followed by a light dinner. Ravioli maybe."

Ani Difranco

Strangers are exciting
their mystery never ends
but there's nothing like looking at your own history
in the faces of your friends

Tom Waits

And it's more than a bad dream
now that I'm sober

I stole this to make you happy

do you choose the plastic?
or the real?
man i choose the plastic.
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You see, I try not to speak of that. I find it tends to poison the genial atmosphere at the dinner table. It is very, very dull. And largely irrelevant, both to myself and to the people I know. And anyway, I can hardly keep my food down after some of the things people come out with.
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I work for a very large company. I worry that I may lose my job. I worry about the consequences of my actions. Sometimes I am terrified of getting out of bed in the morning. I often dream of headless horsemen. I am not good to be around when the moon is full. I haven't had any good action in months.

give me more

so local even the seagulls are bored

however I am longing for the summer. For vacation, for the North, for fresh air, sun, seagulls, wooden houses, grass, the Sea, salt, seaweed, kayaking, boating, staying up all night, swimming, taking saunas, driving around. Ice cream, and milk shakes. Coffee in the sun. Picnic lunches, walking through woods. Getting wet and rained on. Seeing new rivers and mountains. Going out without a jacket, being barefoot, hot sand, hot rocks, icy cold water. Beaches, volleyboll, tans and sunglasses. Reading books, listening to the summer radio show, listening to Spanarna. Ice tea, cold beer, moms homemade lemonade.

the OVEN

This weekend we got a bar. The Kollektiv is shaping up. Donated by Alyss' friend, since it had been left by some previous tenant in the basement storage unit. It was heavy as a cow, but once it was in place there was this loud click. Not of something breaking, but of something really fitting in place. We reorganized some of the other stuff and soon our disordered living room had transformed into the Oven, a bar, a lounge, and a TV/gaming area. With the soon expected EXODUS of A's left furniture which take up a fair bit of floor space, we will add a dining area as well. The three seating areas will by surrounding the bar, which will make up the new hub, the new heart, of our little lives. I'll try and post some pictures of it soon.
And naturally, as soon as this is organized, a proper inauguration will take place at the Oven. We've even talked of getting a proper bar service going on a small scale. That is, investing a little money in getting wine and beer for the bar, and then selling it to ourselves and our friends when the need comes on.

Sonic blast

I felt the reeling coming. As I often do. So I stumbled home, mumbled goodbye to no one in particular. And then I couldn't remember struggling to take off the necklace. Or brushing my teeth. Or being rude, loud and filmed. At some point this has got to stop.

Rambling

Why is it when you stop keeping your rain clothes in your bag that the weather turns?
Why is it that the sun shines at two, but when you want to go home at five, it's pouring down rain?

Well, it's just plain good luck then, that I wont go home just now...

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I just started playing Devil May Cry on our pink playstation 2. It's seems like an alright action game. So far I exspecially enjoy jumping up in the air and fire a sawed-off shotgun in a suspended-motion-matrix-kind-of-way. Man, the world is dangerously loosing it's foothold (considering recent events), and I'm just here, a part of all the downfall. Because, although I don't really believe that videogames and movies cause violence, they do twist your mind a bit. And volatile souls will end up causing blowouts. The problem of course is What causes all these kids to feel so lousy? Alienated, filled with anxiety and hate. That's the part that is new. Not the violent games (when I was a kid I would run around in the woods with two sticks and a piece of string, fighting the most elaborate battles. 3D acceleration didn't change my life.). The guns are another issue. Fuckin americans (the system, not the people). Can you spell indoctrination? Can you spell delusion? Yous guys aint free one bit. You're cancerous. You're a rabid dog. The whole nation is like a mean little kid with daddys guns, holding the world at bay.

Well, that got away from me.
I guess videogames make you mad.

(and outside, the rain is so hard that the car alarms are going off.. note to self, if you need to steal a car: do it in heavy rainfall)

Peek-a-boo

I had great success on holiday. Please to see pictures here.
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In my professional capacity I am finally writing on another article. So far I don't have a publication in mind, so we'll just have to see what the outcome is and then what possible media are available.
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hmm.
yesterday I took the missus for a drive around the Uppland landscape. Man, it is booring around theses parts. I mean no offence, but I really do prefer the north. Or the coast. Or the mountains. Well, we had some bad luck driving around looking for a nice spot to park the car en subsequently our asses for a picnic lunch. Until we finally reached a 14th century church which was nicely situated. We sat on the lawn next to the public lavatory and picnic:d and listened to the pine cones pop and the pheasants craw. No not the peasants, the pheasants. Then we went on to a second hand shop, a huge farm converted into store/warehouse for clothes, furniture, anything really, as it should be. As usual I couldn't keep from buying some stuff, and I think I found some nice shit. A fabulous, salmon coloured shirt; some books; and a beautiful coffee table. (wait.. i gotta take a picture of the f*cker..)

There.. pretty cool huh? It's like one of those old time world maps. With text written in like latin n sh*t. Problem is, right now I've got nowhere to put it so it'll just have to reside under my bed until I get a place of my own.
On our way home we passed by an old mill and stuck our feet in the freezing water...