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.