Deus, deus, deus, deus, the deus concert was quite nice last thursday, plus the aggressive post aggressive after math was fun and funny.

I have know idea what i´m seeing right now, but i believe it´s very very wrong!

Nice weekend also.

 

a crappy sunday though

in the middle of the night, oh yoko my love will turn you on

 

 

væmið, er það ekki málið, þjónn eða ekki þjónn, kóróna sem lítur vel út í augum fólks sem kann að meta það sem á að meta, eða er það bara flaming gay i augum þeirra kaldhæðna sem telja sig yfir alla hafna í ljosi þess að kórónan fer þeim ekkki vel og dýrka bara yoko in the middle of the night og hata mccartney!?

jæja ég skrifa á islensku nuna þar sem ég nenni ekki að þýða hugsanir minar enda enginn sem les ennan sora, en ég hata mccartney og dýrka kaldhæðni en ég veit ekki alveg hvorn flokkin ég vil falla í.

 

                        ég vil allavega falla í rétta flokkinn

 

 

i know it knocks you off your feet,  you´re so biitter and think you´re swet

well it´s wrong for you i swear!

 

in a box in the netherlands

 

did you forget to read the script?

there was never a role for him, just me

JUST ME

 

popular mechanincs for lovers

 

just because she says she loves you to it doesn´t mean she would take a bullit for you.

don´t beliee a word she says, she never would cut hear heart out for u.

well it´s about time, it´s begining to hurt

time you made up your mind

 

well what mind?

 

do i have a mind, atleast a standard

 

standard of what?

 

cold is comfort, warmth is pain, is it al luck?

 

useless advices, all the hanging around, all the cutting sides

 

all my bringing me down

 

what´s the clock on the wall. feel the slowing of time

 

fear of voice in the dark, echoing in my mind

 

all your stupid ideas, got your head in the clouds,

 

you should see how it feels with your head on the ground

 

here i´m standing in que, with your fist in my face

 

all my uceless ideas, am i bringing you down.

 

rebel rebel your face is a mess

 

hot tramp i love your soul!

 

i´m having a blast here at work right now, just had a flashback cos i got a pic of little boy being attacked by a bird, and remembered when i was walking down la Rambla with my friends and theese prostitutes almost attacked us,well they attacked us, tried to grab us and whatnot, i even think they pinched oliver in the nuts or sumptin similar, that sure was a nice experience, specially cos if i´m not mistaken the prostitutes were she males or atleast really old and looked like guys. hhehe lol.......

 

I have given my notice here at this lovely place i call work, i´ll be rid of jabba the slut in like 3 months from now, and i hope that i will never have to see her again and hopefully no one relaited to her, cos belive me, she´s bad.

Ohh how sweet it is, a summer of no work, just travelling, playing football and having fun.

 

Working class hero

 

My own private idaho, Derrick, Blue velvet, Sling blade, Repo man and Plan 9 from outer space.

 

Given you no time instead of it all.

as i look back on my life

if i could have the glorious moment,

the wonderous oppurtunity to comprehend

the chance to see my my younger self,                       one time

to converse

to hear his thoughts

 

 

 

strange days, they surround me, confuse, what if, what is,

strange nights

if the woman has soul

we should go on

i need to go on

there must be some mistake

i never ment em to take

no matter

i remember the song

the show must go on

 

an ex con trying to make good, clean jacket and tie, i substitie, i go to your house feeling like a furniture in a grocery store, a child in line for taking a child.

all alone in my room, feel so appart from the community, feel like a robot vibe dinner

alone in my room fell so such a warmth out on the streets

looking for a dream

paper plate for a steel dinner

god damn i can´t go by my high school

you should have seen the look on your face

i guess that what it´s takes

when comparing your bellyaches

and it´s been a loing time

and now that i missed you

i´m sorry that i dissed you

 

i´m glad your back my conscience

 

                                              i missed you

 

 cos i´m clean as you are

 

 

We are fucked, we are fucked, we are fucked

 

sorry missy i love you, but I love my self more.. this could be the beginning of a beautyfull friendship

 

i´m phoney my friends, shouldering the blame, done shouting names at the flickering screen, goin fuckin insaine, am i loosing my cool overstating my case, oh what can i say, you know i never claimed i was a stone.

if it could start being alive, i´d  stop living alone,  i think i belive that if dreams could dream

they´d dream of being laid side by side, piece by piece and turned into a castle for some towering queen they´re unable to know. And i think that i know the bitter dismai of a lover who brought fresh bouqeaits every day, when she turned him away, to remember some naive who once just gave one rose, one day, years ago.

Remember when our so called friend would not call out to you, i´ll tumbling loosely at a hope bunch throughout your home. Well loving is as loving does and i´d say we should know because we both have loved and lost and are alone. You´re face is falling tears to me they´re lovely and they´re dear though you don´t love me and ít´s clear that i will never see you in my arms, there´s no room in your heart, for evilness finally sharpened dark. All though I had started to think there might be hope,  it isn´t so.

so wake up, make up some new song again, around the same tune,  the summer ends and so called friend doesn´t need you, so proceed out the door and down the street, december is lying near but in the owen teed this hose is now a home, 60 days of trips and stays it took to tell me dear that you could not love me because you secretely still love a stone. All though i put my lips to your face, trying to push his kiss out of its place, all though my heart started to race now it has slowed, i let it go.

 

There´s plenty of time to make you mine tonite, there´s plenty of time to make you mine, there´s plenty of ways to know you´re not dying allright, hell there´s plenty of lights still left in your eyes, in your eyes.

Some nights i thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind. I really miss what really did exist, held your throat so tight.. Tonite the blood´s from real cuts, feels real nice, when it´s really mine, and if you want it to be real come over over for one night, watch that dark lake rise, if you really wanna see what really matters the most to me just take a real short drive.
It´s just a drive into a dark stretch, long stretch of night but it would stretch this shaking mind. This room left unheated with the dark black blinds, and i don´t wanna hear you say it shouldn´t really be this way cos i like this way just fine, cos there´s nothing quite like the blinding light, the curtains casted aside, no atempt is made to explain away, things really really are behind, you can´t hide.

 

The latest thoughts, gotta shut em off, gotta shut em off. Hiding from the sun.

 

 

2 hours and 39 minutes left of this nighshift, the last in a long line of boring and dehumanising shifts, which is a rather lovely thought.

The weekend is gonna be good, I can feel it, i´m alive, free as a bird.

last days of the unvanting routine of doing absolutely nothing are almost gone, sick no more i am, the flu with all it´s crap is gone and hopefully with it, all the eating of crappy food, internet raping, tv moaning and blanket lying....... shit how weird this shit is, now i crave for: vegetables, healthy food, going to bed early and waking up at the first light of dawn, excersize, and to boycut all use of a tv set or a personal computer.... theese strange sensations are making my wonder if i am really goin insaine, cos why in the fokkin name of David GOD Hasselhoff should i want to eat food that is green and stop using a bloddy computer?

Just get out, get out i say and stop wanting to be the moth like ant that everyone are wanting to be.

An evil spirit that changes a man into a evil beast.

A man changes to it´s sickening creature, it kills, released from the savage energy, the man returnes to it´s true self, unaware of what has happened... blood under the fingernails, it saw me, it eyes were stil lhuman, it begged me to kill him, but beeing a boy scared to death, I ran away.

only a memory, cold hands, warm heart... warm hands, cold heart.... fading away like the last time i saw Elvis, absent from my heart and soul, pardon me my love, can i have it back?

It´s only the dark side of me......

 

i wish that i believed in faith, i wish that i wouldn´t sleep so late, i used to be carried on the arms of cheerleaders, i wont fokk this over, i´m mr november... i wont fokk this over, i´m mr November

 

 

yep the flu, sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick, in mind and body, but not that crazy!

 

march manic madness monday of fresh fruit for rotten vegetables this is, longing to go out and do just something, anything, just anything, but the concept of lung cancer isn´t as lovely as one can imagine, even with all the free time that one get´s with that package it´s not so refreshing.. so rotten Johnny rotten rotting away i am....

but big O is back in town with the madness of glory and hunting....

so things are gonna be alright...

 

what ever gets you through night, alright???????????????

I´ve just noticed that the fukkin comment shit thing only works if the numb nuts that read this shit are members of the spaces shit, so i´m going to pauce this shit for a while. Perhaps find a new place to publish my crap on, blogcentral or myspace seems justyfiable.....   but on a bye bye note, my sleeping arrangements are fucked up and some help would be appreciated.

Yesterday passed rather quiclkly and i´m not gonna say the day´s  name again until next year when I will verbaly abuse it once more. But I was in a lovely sleep depprivasion mood at work yesterday which caused many strange and absurd convesations which perhaps were funny but mostly just weird. Then I went home in a rather quick fashion cos i wanted to go home, sat my ass in bed, turned on the lap top, and waited for the liverpool - arsenal football match to start, the game started and i turned on the web cam for a lively videeo conversation about the game.. but what the hell, black out, I fuckin passed out only 10 minutes after the start of the game, and passed out with the web cam on , fuckin absurd cos i don´t even remember falling asleep... so i missd the game but liverpool won... plus i woke up 4 clock in the middle of the night and have been overdozing on coffee, cigarettes and Van Morrison.... Astral Weeks, Moondance, Tupelo Honey, Veedon Fleece, Saint Dominic´s preview and more, I encourage everybody to make 15 february the official Van Morrison Day, it would be a much better day than the shitty one yesterday!!!

 

And if you wanna have a good day, start every day by drinking a half pint of strong black coffee immediatly when you wake up! it´s da bomb

 

 

 

 

how wonderfull and a lot easier it would be by just beeing a flaming catholic priest,

 

many minors and no messing with the catholic roots.

 

Has the piano really been drinking and not me, i don´t even have a piano, in fact i don´t even have anything so it must be me that has been drinking. Unless it´s someone else´s piano. Perhaps it´s not even my mouth or mind that has been doing the drinking, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink....... they´re atleast nice here in looney ville.

 

Lovely few days i had, in a lovely little house, with lovely little people. Didn´t last long, the lovely little time, ended in a lovely little way. To much time, to much drinking, to much, just to much said the lovely little girl.

 

 

 

 

This has been a very cold and lonely night.

Mainly consisting of a really tiresome insomnia and bonefreezing coldness, starting in my toes and consuming my mind and body.  Situations like theese make a fine discovery for one´s something, and i´ve realized that the past´s good deeds and bad have no merits nor influence in today´s moment or life. Cos one is emtpy and hollow, a plastic ant.

             God damn feelings

                                      cold as ice, daytime nightmares,

 

                                              am I awake?

                                                                       my dreaming ant

 

          

Bloody shitty this is yes, blame it on the weekend, says the weekend whore!

call me mr. sensitivity, don´t know why, but just humour me.

I feel the need now to watch Bambi! can´t really explain why, but to see something innocent and sweet murdered in cold blood would really make me feel a whole lot better, but i don´t have Bambi with me god damn it!

But I have Twin Peaks, ohh fire come dance with me, ohh fire come talk to me, ohh fire walk with me!

I´m so over men, what, i´m so over them. Earthshattering thought, up my arse players  suck arse!

She left, we ended it! I think it was on the news, can we have lunch sometime?

The first sign of any weakness or flaw

the giggle wasn´t about you, it wasn´t about me at all, it was about nothing! nothing at all.

 

C´mon let´s dance and erase  my soul

 

OHHHHH IIIIIII HHHHHAAAATTTTEEEE FFFFFOOOOOLKKKKKIIIIINNNNNGGGGG NIGHTSHIFTS!!!!!!!!

but it´s ok, cos you like me

 

How do I delete a love gone bad, how do i delete a soul so sad

Press enter, and enter a new Dawn

 

I sure know how to pick em, and well you know how to pick em to.... to be bored is an art, it´s an underapreciated art. Quite tricky to do it well, that is to be so bored that you wanna kill yourself, but can´t seem to be quite able to do so cos you can´t stop the shit that your doing. That is the pure essence of beeing cool! I´d like to see a girl doing a handjob so brutally that the victims foreskin rips off and blodd everywhere, that would be a nice thing to see. I´m quite bored i must say, perhaps a UNABOMBER ending would be a nice way to start a new day for the next shift :D but perhaps i´ll wait to that for a better moment in time, for example if you horribly loose my penice in a ferry boat accident while pissing into the sea!

But sorry i´m just pretending to be typing so fokk off!

 

A bloody good weekend i had, yes I did. Must say this year 2006 has started in the most enjoyus of ways and god damn b b b b b brilliant! Lovely friday, brilliant saturday and a cosy sunday.

but on sad note, i think i´m getting sick, and muff utd had a very unfair win.

 

empty skull sitting on a bench, drowning in it´s own blood color vomit

loves labour lost down in the drench, in love it must be your vomit

 

what is going on! what has been going on! what will be going on?     Life.......

 

Appearing unannounced, the moon

Avoids a mountain´s jagged prongs

And sweeps into the open sky

Like one who knows where she belongs.

 

To me, immediately, my heart:

´Adore Her, Mother, Virgin, Muse,

A Face worth watching Who can make

Or break you as Her fancy choose.´

 

At which the reflex of the mind:

´You will not tell me, I presume,

That bunch of barren craters care

Who sleeps with or who tortures whom.´

 

 

Staus quo!

                              nOTHING ever really changes

 

One moment you´re mixing band aids on toes and the next one you´re a grumpy old man.... i mean wtf some pepls have theire bad days but omg.

 

                                                 After reviewing last years adventures i´ve come to

                                         the conclusion that i´m rather stupid and egocentric for i did not

                                          appreciate my situation nor the beautiful things that i had

                                                                     or have in that case.

                                                        Lost causes aren´t worth fighting for.

 

 

                   so i´m ending this lovely chapter in fashionable southpark way

                                 

                                   Bebe you´re a bitch and fukk you Token!

I´d like to meet my life, that is if it wants me for lunch. Dinner is to heavy.

It´s finally january, the most entertaining month of months, the one where you pay all the crappy bills and are broke after a hefty december. Strangely enough though i aint broke, have quite enough stash to live a very decadent lifestyle and be shitfaced and waisted to numb my beautiful feelings of sadness, happiness, hate, love, despaire and other shit people take pills to kill. But do I want to do that?

Well the answer to that is a bit tricky. Yes partying numbs one up and costs money, but it sure is fun and entertaining, plus i don´t get hungover... or should i make my self whole, by taking a Patrick Batemna routine. excersise alot in the gym, read books and just pay money for whores.... or just rott away inside my own little hole and don´t go outside for many days, just hang on the computer and watch crappy tv in my pyjamas and cry one self into sleeping nigtmares of things that were and never will be again...

 

Well not to be cocky or anything, i´m gonna try to do all of the above, except for the whore part. And also i´m gonna violate my guitar (which is borrowed) with sounds that have never been heard before.....

All I wanna say is Dress sexy at my funeral

 

On another note, i´ve decided to tell my job to fock off in the beginning of june and spend the summer travelling around in europe, germany, denmark, germany agian, holland, polland, romania, croatia, hungary, chezc republic, italy and then end the whole routine in some lo fi mountain region of france..... anyone out there that wants to come with me?

i´m perhaps a asshole, but i think of myself as a nice asshole. It´s also like common sense that i´m a talentless shitthead which I agree with, but i am talented with talents and ability that suits a god, but like other fokkers i have no idea what to do with my gods gift to women and mankind.

 

On the subject of christmas i must be blunt and say that this years festive days have been totally bogus and most utterly and sincerely depressing gift opening, meat eating festival that i´ve ever uplived!

the reasons are many and beautyful which only is suitable for the fainted of hearts and there for will not be disclosed here. Christmas this year sucked big time!

 

nevertheless new years was quite nice......

 

is it to be happy to see the darkness and realise how much you loved a person and hope for that  person to save you from that darkness, or is it to buy a large tv in wich you can watch tom cruise jumping in Oprsah´s sofa?

 

it´s a shame how few know who Tom Waits is.....

 

look out the saints are coming through!

 

It´s the small things that make you happy, not your big future house. If everything is destiny, then it really doesn´t matter what road you take, the ending will always be the same... which is kinda sad if your destiny is a lonesome one...a flower on a flowers grave.

If we are suppoesd to die tonite, then a another rose will bloom