funtime is fun

fun fun fun

"...and very sad"

a nice well done

people and people and people

WARNING: Liars Liars Liars Liars

gold gold gold gold

for an art-rock-lover like me

because this is
art

noisy groovy and energising art

it's always about the longing with me
with me i'm always meters away
grabbing for the words i spoke

outside looking in
looking at the pain of being nowhere close to structure
nowhere close to what's right
society has it's ways and i'm drowing in it's waterfall of
commuting

close to what's real
the smell is deafening
and the jump is uneffecient
guitars weeping at the place they once came from
and the stars look up at the stars

there's no end to this crows nest of endless threads
wishing is as close as i get nowadays

because there's so much else to do

fucking bored with the analyse

gibbig

i'm in the arms of a washedup acting-hero
so the safeness is well in me now
protect and sever
to hold forever and that pie
cooling pie
made for life
sitting and shaking
problems simmer
and shareheaded people sing along to the tunes they not only know,
but made

i'm hollow and able

i'm in position and nowhere near the exit
safe safe safe
unhappy
unhappy

so depressed there's a flood under my bridge

MIND YOUR FOCUS

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HOW IT ALL ENDS
KEEP IN TOUCH WITH ROUTINE
DON'T BE SO FRIPPIN rEBELIOUS

it leads and pleads to nothing of importancy

empyt that bottle

and get go ing

depressed

"glem nå disse minidepresjonene"

twat

dead brain is dead

so scattered that a snowstorm seems tidy

someone's been nibbling at my concentration
and whatever's left has no connection
we're not made for commercialbreaks and whatnot
too much information
i can't knit anymore, because i think of what i could be doing instead
i'm confused all the time
and not at all patient
i used to love spending hours doing one thing
but now
i'm amazed whenever i get the dishes into the machine without leftovers
but of course i am like, whatever, to the whole embarrassing ordeal
a baffling ordeal
shithead is shitting shit in the improper wasteland, flying above to scatter the remains

the consequense. is. immense. i have no other option but read and look over my past work
is this healthy
i am concious about my health
but denying the very fact
that health
is the last thing in this avalanche
that


what was it? i forget

nothing fits


i need a cheer-up
a peptalk
a noisy and bearded fellow that lives in my cap

it's always behind the eyes

"you pray for rain
i pray for blindness"