Now at last I know
What a fool I've been
For have lost the last love
I should ever win
Soggy bottom boys
Todays line through the head:
Forgetfulness is a sin
The stories are many. One keeps repeating itself. I, Invariably, fall for the girl who will break my heart the hardest and ignore girls who will make me happy. This morning.
-I´m Caitlin.
-I´m Oskar.
-Caitlin and Oskar. Ok.
...was the most charming thing that has happened to me in a mans memory. And charm is a killer. A savage ruthless killer.
I´ve been having these ani lines in my head so hard:
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ARguments about politics. Beer. A big fat tie..
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godd night `people
-I´m Caitlin.
-I´m Oskar.
-Caitlin and Oskar. Ok.
...was the most charming thing that has happened to me in a mans memory. And charm is a killer. A savage ruthless killer.
I´ve been having these ani lines in my head so hard:
"I don´t know how I feel
And I wonder if you feel like me
Do you ever get wrapped up in the folds of my memory?
Oh yeah
Hell yeah"
Oh damn,. . I guess I never really told you .. I have a crush on you...
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My words filled my mouth so I couldn´t speak
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ARguments about politics. Beer. A big fat tie..
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godd night `people
These pretzels are making me thirsty
Sitting in Barcelona. The stones are hot under my feet. Great day at conference. Inspiring and exciting. Fuck. People talking and stressing out all around me. Fuck this.
Stop screwing around
I am screwing around with the layout but too tired to do it properly so I leave it in a state, in amesss.. I don't like it this way, but it aint changing today.. sounds like a song.
Bye
Bye
Jukebox full of medicine
Waiting for processes to finish may be the most boring thing in the woorld.
Tomorrow I am going to Barcelona, for a stroll down memory lane with some ex-classmates. And during the week there is the 20th European Photovoltaics Conference which I will attend.
I can't wait to get there. Barcelona is still the place I've lived that has made me feel most at home, that has made me happiest. I guess it wasn't necessarily just the city, but it was undoubtedly a huge part of it. I am gonna cruise calle Ferran, havfe lunch and beers at Iposa, walk dazed through la Boqueria, go CD-drooling at the FNAC, check out plaza Real, trip to Gracia, the beach, Montjuic... and maybe this time around go to some museums n stuff.
Can't believe it's tomorrow though. Not ready.
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Cups: 2 coffee, 1 tea
Listering to: Ani Difranco - To the Teeth
Mood: Excited
Food: WE're having cake at 15
Tomorrow I am going to Barcelona, for a stroll down memory lane with some ex-classmates. And during the week there is the 20th European Photovoltaics Conference which I will attend.
I can't wait to get there. Barcelona is still the place I've lived that has made me feel most at home, that has made me happiest. I guess it wasn't necessarily just the city, but it was undoubtedly a huge part of it. I am gonna cruise calle Ferran, havfe lunch and beers at Iposa, walk dazed through la Boqueria, go CD-drooling at the FNAC, check out plaza Real, trip to Gracia, the beach, Montjuic... and maybe this time around go to some museums n stuff.
Can't believe it's tomorrow though. Not ready.
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Cups: 2 coffee, 1 tea
Listering to: Ani Difranco - To the Teeth
Mood: Excited
Food: WE're having cake at 15
This, and every day, from now
If, by happenstance, you should speak the language of the Norwegians
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Cups: 3 coffee, 1 tea
Listening to: Radiohead-OK Computer
Mood: hyper, shaking
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Cups: 3 coffee, 1 tea
Listening to: Radiohead-OK Computer
Mood: hyper, shaking
A steel rib cage, polished and stainless
white wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get to where I belong
I think you're crazy
baby
I think you're crazy
baby
stop sending letters
letters always get burnt
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies
i think you're crazy
baby
i think you're crazy
baby
i will see you
in the next life
beautiful angel
torn apart at birth
limbless and helpless
i can't even recognize you
How long have you been waiting to squeeze THAT into a conversation
One of my favourite complaints about countries such as the UK and the USA is that they have a two-party system. It seems to me that this makes it so much more difficult for new political directions and political diversity. So you can imagine my disillusionment when the swedish parties are more and more conforming to two mainstreams. The latest in this development was the "Center" party recently retracting their long-standing resistance to nuclear power, to facilitate the right-wing block of parties being elected into majority rule. In other words, less individuality, more conformity. The blocks will congeal and finally be just that. Two blocks. Two parties. Two mildly conflicting views. No voices of reason and change, just slander across the cataclysm.
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Tonight, if the weather allows, it will be yet another picknick. Yeahh. Wine and pasta-sallad and girls girls girls girls girls I do adore.
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Cups: 1 tea, 1 coffee
Listening: Radiohead - Amnesiac
Mood: A little cross-eyed
Food: Pasta - sallad with Olives, Sundried tomatoes, Hallouhmi cheese, rucola, cherry tomatoes, kidney beans, a gallon of olive oil
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Tonight, if the weather allows, it will be yet another picknick. Yeahh. Wine and pasta-sallad and girls girls girls girls girls I do adore.
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Cups: 1 tea, 1 coffee
Listening: Radiohead - Amnesiac
Mood: A little cross-eyed
Food: Pasta - sallad with Olives, Sundried tomatoes, Hallouhmi cheese, rucola, cherry tomatoes, kidney beans, a gallon of olive oil
Fake tan, fake fan
New pictures from friday here
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Cups of ...: 1 coffee 2 tea
Listening to: Busta Rhymes - The coming
Mood: tranquil
Food of thought: Gazpacho with Rosé wine, and freshpine-flavoured risotto, maybe wednesday.
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I recommend (for the swedishspeaking) Systembolagets homepage with their wine-food cross-reference guide. It can help with which wine goes with what (if that is something that concerns you).
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Cups of ...: 1 coffee 2 tea
Listening to: Busta Rhymes - The coming
Mood: tranquil
Food of thought: Gazpacho with Rosé wine, and freshpine-flavoured risotto, maybe wednesday.
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I recommend (for the swedishspeaking) Systembolagets homepage with their wine-food cross-reference guide. It can help with which wine goes with what (if that is something that concerns you).
Reality TV - TV Reality
Even though we still experience great technical development and evolution, I believe when I look around that the human kind is in a spiritual regression. We are so focused on the capitalist and materialist status quo, trying to satisfy our needs based on a dogma that has never been proven right, that no effort is made to take the souls and minds of Man forward.
Please put down your skin flutes
.A very unproductive weekend. Popaganda pop-festival in Stockholm was visited on friday, but the ridiculous cueing and low level of alcohol in my bloodstream combined to make me a grumpy and boring visitor. And also made me completely fuck up all ambitions I may have had on enjoying the actual concerts. I saw the Tough Alliance, who were good but not my kind of live-act (all playback and a lot of song on tape), and then some of Jens Lekman and he disappointed me with bad sound and not the emotional performance I expected.
.Saturday I did fuck all. Went running, grocery-shopping, watched TV and pretty much that's it. As far as I can remember.
.Today I went to city centre, looking at shoes and trekking clothes but not buying. Stayed far away from book or cd shops. I don't need that. I am dreaming of buying a digital camera, a Canon 350D, 20D or a Nikon D70S. Maybe it's too soon though. then I thought I was going to work for some half-hearted poster work, but as I had forgotten the keycard at home I jumped busses and went home.
.playing guitar and drinking tea.
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cups of coffee: 1, 3 tea
listening to: bright eyes
mood : lazy
.Saturday I did fuck all. Went running, grocery-shopping, watched TV and pretty much that's it. As far as I can remember.
.Today I went to city centre, looking at shoes and trekking clothes but not buying. Stayed far away from book or cd shops. I don't need that. I am dreaming of buying a digital camera, a Canon 350D, 20D or a Nikon D70S. Maybe it's too soon though. then I thought I was going to work for some half-hearted poster work, but as I had forgotten the keycard at home I jumped busses and went home.
.playing guitar and drinking tea.
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cups of coffee: 1, 3 tea
listening to: bright eyes
mood : lazy
Little countries with funny languages
Senaste maträtten du åt: Potatissallad med mozzarella, torkade tomtar och soyabönder
Senaste klädesplagget du bar: En nästan hudfärgad skjorta med snygga slag, manchettknappar
Senaste repliken du yttrade: "Ett litet ryck"
Senaste person du träffade: Adam eller Adrian
Senaste person du pussade: T-bone
Senaste person du pratade i telefonen med: Tove (obs, ej T-bone)
Senaste person du fick e-mail av: Erik Dickens
Senaste personen du fick brev av: vet inte för det var en evighet sen
Senaste person du fick sms av: T-bone
Senaste dataprogrammet du körde: Kör just nu notepad.exe
Senaste gången du var utomhus: på väg till jobbet imorse
Senaste gången du sov: i morse, alldeles för länge sedan och alldeles för lite
Senaste saken du köpte: två biobiljetter, men det är ju en tjänst, så jag får säga ett gäng ikea-gejer: ramar, gardiner, cd-lådor...
sorry for the Swede-ish
Senaste klädesplagget du bar: En nästan hudfärgad skjorta med snygga slag, manchettknappar
Senaste repliken du yttrade: "Ett litet ryck"
Senaste person du träffade: Adam eller Adrian
Senaste person du pussade: T-bone
Senaste person du pratade i telefonen med: Tove (obs, ej T-bone)
Senaste person du fick e-mail av: Erik Dickens
Senaste personen du fick brev av: vet inte för det var en evighet sen
Senaste person du fick sms av: T-bone
Senaste dataprogrammet du körde: Kör just nu notepad.exe
Senaste gången du var utomhus: på väg till jobbet imorse
Senaste gången du sov: i morse, alldeles för länge sedan och alldeles för lite
Senaste saken du köpte: två biobiljetter, men det är ju en tjänst, så jag får säga ett gäng ikea-gejer: ramar, gardiner, cd-lådor...
sorry for the Swede-ish
Apparently
'I value (in the order of value) Pride, Family, Love, Career, Money
'I consider Myself Stupid, My Partner Independant, My Enemies Dirty, Sex Good and My own life Big
... I like the part about my enemies
'I consider Myself Stupid, My Partner Independant, My Enemies Dirty, Sex Good and My own life Big
... I like the part about my enemies
Crystal
another point to make clear was that it was the Eurovision song CONTEST that was a disappointment, and not the party, which was everything but. it was educational, intimate, distracted, fun, and affectionate
When in doubt: Steal, copy, imitate
The Frog and The Scorpion
ONE
an old American Indian tale adapted from 'The Indian and The Snake'.
frog and scorpion
One day a frog was sitting by the bank of the river enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. It so happened that a scorpion approached him rather quickly as to inquire about crossing the river. "Frog", said the scorpion, "I am in need of passage across the river upon your back. I am prepared to pay you with this mealworm that I have not eaten."
The frog thought about it for a moment, then replied "Scorpion, I know that if I grant you a ride across the river upon my back, you will poison me on the other side. For that alone I shall say 'no thanks'."
"Frog", again said the scorpion, "Please, I have no wish to harm you, treasure chestI promise. I just need to go across the river to find more food. There is nothing left on this side for me to eat."
The frog thought about it again for a moment and then agreed to help the scorpion get across the river.
Half way across, the frog felt a rather sharp, stinging sensation in his back. The scorpion had stuck him with his venom. "SCORPION!", cried the frog, "You have killed me and you as well. Why have you done this?"
"Because I am a scorpion...and that is my nature."
TWO
A frog and scorpion are standing next to a river. The scorpion wants a ride across the big water.
The frog says, "No dice. We’ll get halfway across, you’ll sting me, and I’ll die."
Brother scorpion debates the point. "If I do, and you do, we both drown. Bad move on my part."
Sister frog concedes the logic and agrees to provide transportation.
Halfway across and the scorpion just can’t resist. Scorpion zaps frog.
"But, but, but," says the now dying and sinking frog.
"Couldn’t help it," says the now also sinking scorpion. "I’m a scorpion; it’s what I do."
THREE
This may be a short story that some people have heard before, but one I find interesting. It involves a frog and a scorpion, both who lived in the African savannah, along the side of a large river. Near the end of a particularly dry season the savannah brush caught fire, driving all the animals and creatures towards the river, seeking safety from the flames.
At the river's edge the frog ran into a deadly and feared scorpion, blocking his way. Turning to the frog the scorpion said " I know that we are two creatures who ordinarily would be hunter and hunted, but today I ask that you put that aside and help me to cross the river. In return I will be forever indebted to you, should our paths cross again in the future." "I ask that you allow me to ride on your back as you swim across the river." Still cautious the frog replied "How do I know that this is not a trick you are using to lure me to a certain death?" The scorpion replied "If I stay on this side of the river I will die in the fire. If I sting you then how will I cross the river? If I sting you while I am on your back then I will drown and also die. My life is now in your control."
As the flames neared the frog allowed the scorpion to climb upon his back and they both began their journey across the river, away from the flames. Halfway across the river the frog felt a sharp jab in his back and then the paralysis and pain associated with a deadly scorpion sting.
As both the frog and scorpion started to sink in the water the frog looked at the scorpion and said "Why? Why did you sting me? You said that you would not and now that you have you have sealed a certain death for yourself as you drown? It doesn't make sense!" "I know", replied the scorpion, "and I am deeply sorry, but I cannot help it. I am a scorpion and to sting my prey is my nature. A nature that I cannot change."
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please note that I didn't write any of this, I swiped them off the net, but I like the illustration it make when they are set side by side, it exemplifies the importance and influence of writing on a story, for this is all the same story, just written out in different words, by different people
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cups o joe: 3
listening to: still mike skinner
mood: a little tired, actually
ONE
an old American Indian tale adapted from 'The Indian and The Snake'.
frog and scorpion
One day a frog was sitting by the bank of the river enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. It so happened that a scorpion approached him rather quickly as to inquire about crossing the river. "Frog", said the scorpion, "I am in need of passage across the river upon your back. I am prepared to pay you with this mealworm that I have not eaten."
The frog thought about it for a moment, then replied "Scorpion, I know that if I grant you a ride across the river upon my back, you will poison me on the other side. For that alone I shall say 'no thanks'."
"Frog", again said the scorpion, "Please, I have no wish to harm you, treasure chestI promise. I just need to go across the river to find more food. There is nothing left on this side for me to eat."
The frog thought about it again for a moment and then agreed to help the scorpion get across the river.
Half way across, the frog felt a rather sharp, stinging sensation in his back. The scorpion had stuck him with his venom. "SCORPION!", cried the frog, "You have killed me and you as well. Why have you done this?"
"Because I am a scorpion...and that is my nature."
TWO
A frog and scorpion are standing next to a river. The scorpion wants a ride across the big water.
The frog says, "No dice. We’ll get halfway across, you’ll sting me, and I’ll die."
Brother scorpion debates the point. "If I do, and you do, we both drown. Bad move on my part."
Sister frog concedes the logic and agrees to provide transportation.
Halfway across and the scorpion just can’t resist. Scorpion zaps frog.
"But, but, but," says the now dying and sinking frog.
"Couldn’t help it," says the now also sinking scorpion. "I’m a scorpion; it’s what I do."
THREE
This may be a short story that some people have heard before, but one I find interesting. It involves a frog and a scorpion, both who lived in the African savannah, along the side of a large river. Near the end of a particularly dry season the savannah brush caught fire, driving all the animals and creatures towards the river, seeking safety from the flames.
At the river's edge the frog ran into a deadly and feared scorpion, blocking his way. Turning to the frog the scorpion said " I know that we are two creatures who ordinarily would be hunter and hunted, but today I ask that you put that aside and help me to cross the river. In return I will be forever indebted to you, should our paths cross again in the future." "I ask that you allow me to ride on your back as you swim across the river." Still cautious the frog replied "How do I know that this is not a trick you are using to lure me to a certain death?" The scorpion replied "If I stay on this side of the river I will die in the fire. If I sting you then how will I cross the river? If I sting you while I am on your back then I will drown and also die. My life is now in your control."
As the flames neared the frog allowed the scorpion to climb upon his back and they both began their journey across the river, away from the flames. Halfway across the river the frog felt a sharp jab in his back and then the paralysis and pain associated with a deadly scorpion sting.
As both the frog and scorpion started to sink in the water the frog looked at the scorpion and said "Why? Why did you sting me? You said that you would not and now that you have you have sealed a certain death for yourself as you drown? It doesn't make sense!" "I know", replied the scorpion, "and I am deeply sorry, but I cannot help it. I am a scorpion and to sting my prey is my nature. A nature that I cannot change."
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please note that I didn't write any of this, I swiped them off the net, but I like the illustration it make when they are set side by side, it exemplifies the importance and influence of writing on a story, for this is all the same story, just written out in different words, by different people
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cups o joe: 3
listening to: still mike skinner
mood: a little tired, actually
When you most need to get up you've got no energy
Bris bris puste meg i nakken
Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike
kom bris bris, sett meg fri
Skru på sirenen og gje meg varige mèn
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Pictures from the great dissapointment, the Eurovision song contest party, can be found at Wooliton's, under the album called Schlager.
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I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
And as bad as I am
I am proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem
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Cups o joe: One
Listening to: the streets, original pirate material
Mood: Good mood
Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike
kom bris bris, sett meg fri
Skru på sirenen og gje meg varige mèn
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Pictures from the great dissapointment, the Eurovision song contest party, can be found at Wooliton's, under the album called Schlager.
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I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
And as bad as I am
I am proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem
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Cups o joe: One
Listening to: the streets, original pirate material
Mood: Good mood
Bang bang, fingerbang
I just have to state, regarding a conversation I had recently, that being impervious to bullets is not the same as sitting in a bunker.
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And on a tangent, yes, I know I never let anything go by. I am as casual as a refridgerator.
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Cups of coffee: 2, and 2 tea
Listening to: A whispered office environment, soundabsorbing cubicle wall echoes
Mood: We needed strong drink
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And on a tangent, yes, I know I never let anything go by. I am as casual as a refridgerator.
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Cups of coffee: 2, and 2 tea
Listening to: A whispered office environment, soundabsorbing cubicle wall echoes
Mood: We needed strong drink
The penis mightier than the sword
New photos at my photo bank
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Cups of coffee: 0
Listening to: Lamb - What sound
Mood: It's almost weekend - Anticipating, procrastinating..
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Cups of coffee: 0
Listening to: Lamb - What sound
Mood: It's almost weekend - Anticipating, procrastinating..
Jenna Jameson
You know you're having a good day when you're drinking Irish Coffee at work. Sláinte!
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Cups of coffee: 4 (including the Irish)
Listening to: DJ Shadow, In tune and on time
Reading: Bruce Chatwin, the Songlines
Mood: Perculating, a little disconcerted but stabilising?
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Cups of coffee: 4 (including the Irish)
Listening to: DJ Shadow, In tune and on time
Reading: Bruce Chatwin, the Songlines
Mood: Perculating, a little disconcerted but stabilising?
A job that slowly kills you
Usually, when the subject is broached, I tend to suggest that work for me is unimportant, secondary, almost peripheral. But, as it turns out, I derive a truckload of my emotional state of mind from my succes, or lack thereof, at the workplace. Here I am, happy as a bird because someone offered to get me some screws (not to get me screwed, mind you) for my scribing setup. Maybe it was the general kindness I was met with, but I'm pretty sure that the actual advances I am making are making me feel ... good. Thanks to this, I may then be one significant step closer to solving some problems.
I heart Radiohead
Fog
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
I'm captain Roscoe, with a crossbow
2 new book posts.
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"There's a big... machine in the sky... some kind of electric snake... coming straight at us"
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"There's a big... machine in the sky... some kind of electric snake... coming straight at us"
I am full of enthusiasm. I am going places.
Gagging Order
I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, pouring down the street
Move along, theres nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
Move along
I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, pouring down the street
Move along, theres nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
Move along
No mercy for the aliens
oh, and 2 new posts on the book blog and check out the new Bathroom Bulletin
Two depressing songlines
The difference between you and me
baby
is I get fucked up when I'm alone
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Did I ever tell you I stopped eating
when you stopped
calling me
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In a way I guess it's how I've been feeling this whole weekend. I try to be that positive life-affirming guy everybody loves to love, but occasionally these dark patches cloud my heart. Well, actually it's my stomach, that where I do my feeling, and I have an acid war going on. I just can't seem to handle loneliness that well. Not when I haven't chosen it myself. Tonight I will try to combat this with some cookie-baking and further reading (Currently "The Contortionists Handbook" by ..some guy).
Godspeed
baby
is I get fucked up when I'm alone
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Did I ever tell you I stopped eating
when you stopped
calling me
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In a way I guess it's how I've been feeling this whole weekend. I try to be that positive life-affirming guy everybody loves to love, but occasionally these dark patches cloud my heart. Well, actually it's my stomach, that where I do my feeling, and I have an acid war going on. I just can't seem to handle loneliness that well. Not when I haven't chosen it myself. Tonight I will try to combat this with some cookie-baking and further reading (Currently "The Contortionists Handbook" by ..some guy).
Godspeed
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