talk about revolution

talk about dicipline
talk about the news

talk about success

talk about projects
talk about ideas

talk about why

and talk about how


i don't get it.
but we have alot to talk about.

still. silence reigns when you're around strangers.

i don't get it

i have slippery fingers. slippery hands. a slippery mind and a slippery tounge.
i say alot of crap.
but somehow, it's better than silence.

i don't keep track of the news. i keep track of nothing but my illgotten head.


but being full of shit pays off, because then you have alot of it to go around. you have alot to talk about.

and sometimes, people measure value in quantity, not quality.


i'm being foul.

no. FOALS.
listeing to them now, and i can't say anything else than
i love it

this far. i love it.
you should try it.

love is a word that never gets worn out, eh?

especially when you're like me,
an euforic and (probably) insane enthusiast

what can i say. i enjoy life from time to time.
when i have my head on straight. which i do now.

i love it.

i'm a dog now, i live in the moment

i've fetched happiness and now i chew on it

springroll

the woods and all his friends

                    

 

"hi. i used to be from nature. now i just bother it."

yeah. me too.

 

hi nature. 

 i don't know what you've been up to here,

but i'm pretty sure it's lethal..

and. watch this. i got a fucking bird. amazing. just. amazing.

still-life usually annoys me

today i've hung out with myself. and we've had a smashing time. i swear. i have proof. you want proof? i have it.

right here.

:

i should probably just remove this

i don't know why i keep doing this

there's a face in my moon

i love that the leaf looks like it's stuck to the branch, and that it seems to be nighttime with some starfilled sky up in the right corner. all in all an exciting pic.

ok ok ok ok this looks like. a ghost? smoking a cigarette? yes? i think you're right!

just like herringbone
i tried to put these shots side by side, but i'm not competent enough. sadly.

melt the moon into a fondue

actually. i'm happy. with the colors. on the pics i published. under this. text. "a new screen"
context.
no, not at all.


at the door. not at all. but at the door.

the doorstep has proven quite difficult to climb over these days.

well. that doesn't really matter.

what matters is that i'm going to roskilde this summer. i once had a list. but it seems like SOMEONE either threw it in the bin or hid it somewhere, because it's not here. perhaps i should start over and publish the remains of what i remember HERE and rely on you (whoever) not to take it away from me (again)

Must Se:
Pj Harvey
Tame Impala!!
Lukestar
Bright Eyes
The talles man on earth (ofcoursei'dlovetoseehim)
Tõg (iguess)
Honningbarna (DUH!!)
The Ex (of what i've heard of them, they sound like sonic youth. OMGsaplol)
Gold Panda
Iwasaking (i'm in love with anne lise)
Lykke Li (of course. i've been a long-time on and off fan. since. 2007? i guess)
How To Dress Well (this is going to be great. what a great great man)
Timbuktu
The Gaslamp Killer (because this is too weird not to dance to)
The Walkmen
VETO (OMG!! A MUSTSEE!!!)
Little Dragon


And these are a couple of.. well. "guess i'll have to.."
Strokes
Mastodon
Kings Of Leon
James Blake
Destroyer
Ghost
Rob Zombie
Deadmau5
Weekend
Janelle Monàe


and that's how far i've got... Much mucchmcmuhcucmcuh to go. indeed. i did. in did.

some hardcore/rockbands:
Pulled apart by horses
Terror
Parkway Drive
Beatsteaks

that could prove pretty dancable

Dance/house/electronica
Matthew dear

yes well. this is not at all all. perhaps it is a start.





this is my general feeling about it all:

a new screen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

fucking hell, i went biking yesterday

OH MY FUCING GOD I HATE WHEN CERTAIN SYSTEMS THINK THEY DO GOOD BY TRYING TO BETTER THEMSELVES!!!! I WAS PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH YOU, BLUGGUR!!!! WHAT IS GOIN ON ??? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY THE SAME SO THAT WE UNDERSTAN EACHOTHER!?!
I CAN'T TYPE UNDER THE PICS LIKE I USED TO WITHOUT FUCKING EVERYTHING UP?!?!?! I AM ANGRY!


anyways. that asid. i had a nice trip!
and yes. there's still ice on the water. this (freshwaterlake) is 4 meters beyond oceanlevel. FOUR. and still frozen. that's a funfact.

or just something i witnessed.

seemingly

seemugly

i'm still here. at home. resting. rescuing.

myself.

i live with you

and everything tastes like peanuts

my back hurts

this is why people should keep giving me days off so that i won't have to claim them by lying. i'm supposed to have a headache today.

if i could reach

i'd choke you all

i want to buy back all my time

there used to be giants here

giants like the mouth of hell and the ongoing battle between force and habit

force of habit


is the rule

habit?
addict?
habit??

i don't know. reading about MSG sure dries me up.

................MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMONOSODIUM!!.......

oh, so tasty, oh the glory, oh, no wonder why i feel so jolly, no wonder i have unhealthy healthissues


no wonder i feel like escaping to the mountains to live off fish and mushrooms
even poisonous (infected) mushrooms (funguys) will benefit your health more, i now presume.

well ok i need to get over myself now, but hey, i am a rat.

with a pin in my eye

pine?

nut

nuts

fucking hell

..


i skipped work today and i swear, i've never felt this instant awesomeness. or at least there's nothing like the instant awesomeness of skipping something. whatever that might be. a class. a something you DON'T WANT TO DO!!

skipping.

if that's not healthy, i don't know what is.
skipping along to the beat of VETO.

it won't go away

so i felt like publishing

i once had a girl, one year above my current age, call me her hero. we were drunk. we've hung out a few times. but mostly talked to others than eachother. but once, we decided to hit the town bigtime. she then told me i was her hero.
that seriously melts my heart. made me feel as good as i've probably ever felt.
not only because i was called a hero to someone, but because she told me. she actually told me. that's like the last taboo. you never tell people that you admire them unless they're out of reach. this was (and is) my friend.
and i was appreciated as her hero.

she admired me. i thought "wtf now, why??", but she answerd me before i got to ask.
because? because i stood on my own to legs.
she had spent most of her adult life held up and carried around by her boyfriend. of course a girl like me make an impact. i have strong opinions about certain things. she armired that.

it's weird. very, very weird. but it felt so good, and i felt even closer to her. i felt like giving her a huge hug and pop the question "will you marry me??"

a hero.
i never ever imagined this; the life i lead and the things i do that sums up as me would ever be worthy of that honour.
never.

i almost felt like i'm on the right track.


of something.

of life.



but the thing is; i rarely try, i just do.

iThink.

taking risk taking orders, making life happen, appear and shallow, reflection of the eyes in your soul

sometimes
a token
is

a lamppost at the end of the street
taking control
hiding
fear
and lurking
around

stoned and happy. out of control. in order. taking order.
making order.

fuck the fuck off

jerk off
and move on

always moving on
moving

you dry up
you can't even cry

numb and social
numb and lonely

music speaks your mind
and you never understand it quite

your mind has you by your neck
you spit and it hits no ground

commercials kill your brain
your braind becomes a branch

kick the habit
don't let the habit kick you

is that all? is that the truth?

am i really this
?

is this really happening



this is really happening





i'm an idiot. trapped in your hot car.
cynic and frentic. feisty and lazy. all in once and once for all.


trapdoorsthatopen
butyoucancomebackforme

i know nothing. all i know is nothing. nothing is all i know.

i'm bored. for the first time in a while, i'm utterly bored.

i cling onto wine. it helps. but i live at home. i can't do what i want.
it's prison. i'm a pet. i feel like the caged hens in egg-factories.
i want to dig in the dirt, but it's out of my reach.

this headache will not leave me alone.

and all i want is to turn into skin and bone.

i even find pink floyd insanely boring and uninspired.

i'm i'm i'm i'm i'm i'm red and blue, i am

and i find it quite so nice. being on ice.

i guess

keep on guessing

wine, my friend. whine.

i don't know if alcohol is doing much more harm or much more good. i drank quite alot yesterday, but it didn't bother me. i just got serious. the one thing i laughed the most about was this beerbrewery north of Mack that the owner called heheheheheheh Sorry Mack

damn. i'm still laughing.

but besides that, i tried to talk. discuss. things i don't know the slightest bit about. religion. planes. mount everest. deep psychological horrors and family. music. all this. and i felt like the biggest idiot ever. people just stared down at their drinks and i tried to laugh and ask " how about you, you study psychology, for goddamns sake!"
and he replied 'ehm.. i wasn't paying attention. i'm on vacation..'

yeah. me too.


you and me both. me and me both. eg og meg og vi to.

i'm confused. i appears i need to study something besides my own arse.


btw. this really reminds me of thom yorke and his soloalbum 'the eraser'.
exept for the voice. but, the piano is almost a complete ripoff.

i'd still love to see them live.

oh but yes, i am!

roskilde.

hair. do.

wrong wrong wrong


sorry.


wrong wrong wrong


i have orange-juice all over the keyboard. sorry.

wrong wrong

but still, so very vert right


today has been the most rainy day ever. i'm hungover and the cats keep crawling around.
i tried to watch futurama in order to forget my misery, and this time it sort of worked. at some point i remember thinking "hey... this is allright!"...
?!?!?!?

what is going on.





ok. time to flash some photos. mountains upon mountains.

being upside-down is also living

sometimes i find things

like this

but then again my computer just fucked itself up so i'm not able to upload anything else than that.

this is why i hate living.

it's the small fights that i have with everything around me that kills me

i have an everlasting headache

and i don't know where it comes from

i could think of so very many sources.

.. and no one seems to fit. but hey. the REASON i guess is that headaches often leads to/are due to scatterbrains.
i'm sorry, brain of mine. i'm sorry for all the stress i've put you through. (or haven't?!?!)

i just want to keep on killing you with alcohol.

and i guess you want the same.

i'm this >.< close to either killing myself OR heading downstairs to pop open a lukewarm beer from sweeden.

to kill you.

brain of mine.


or at least kick the remains of you around.

no. i'm just. uptight.

uptight.


yes. listening to folk right now. or some folky music. i guess. i don't really know anymore.
it's music, okay. WHOA, a fucking trumpet appeared. what is going on. growing on.

i just have this need to escape. to re-invent. to refurnish. to change bad habits and create spaces where there was none.
to make the bed and eat organic nuts

life is pretty damn useless when all you do is kick your mess around.

i must stop being so unfair to it. life. i'm sorry i've left you behind. i guess i try to speed up in order to catch you from the behind. you know. where do circles begin? if you go straight along enough you'll end up where you were.
life. where.
do you.
begin.


life is not endless.

and the moment you realise that you're going do die, you get so freaking scared you immediately start shaking. shivering.
peculiar enough. that's your reaction to the action. to die. you shiver.

you think of everything you haven't done yet. you think you must speed up your life.
but the moment you walk off the bus, everything's forgotten.

when are we ever alive. is it in the contrasts of good times and bad times? leisure and work? festivals and commitments?

between a good and a bad song?
the contrasts. the waves. ups and downs. "the inbetween is the everything"

i don't know. i just know i don't want to be totally ignorant anymore.

careface

i just need to get rid of this headache first.

so i can continue writing things only I read.
here.
wonderful.

wonderland.

wonder.
"i wonder nothing, just put my show back on!"
- homer simpson

god, i love that man.

projecting project

did i just open the window?
i was about to go and open it, but it seems like i already did.

i have a tip for increasing your survivalskills when hitting the town HARDCORE style.
if you drink, like me, one and a half bottles of wine (at least, seriously), one beer, one gin tonic AND tons of cognac and figures dancing yourself wet is the right thing to do, please drink some water for goddamns sake.
i've learned the hard way. i drank way over what i usually do. i almost got sick. but then i remembered that i NEVER get sick from alcohol (i said to myself) and all was well.
i didn't spend one krone yesternight. not ONE!
i actually found one on my way home this morning. that's alot of winning.

i don't know what i want to do with it. make a necklace or something. throw it into the sea. or into a seagul. who knows. i don't. sure as hell i don't.

it's hard enough to sit in an upright position.
i happen to have a waterbottle by my side, which i myself didn't buy.
someone else did. with their money.
i love spending someone elses money<3

that's only what i look upon as fair when the insane amount i earn is considered.


but seriously. listen to the xx. the cure to what ailes me.
without The Cure.

lol.


someone should stop me. i tried to stop myself. but lack of self dicipline is. bliss.

ignorance is bliss.

i win.


sorry for the lack of context, too. but the coffee isn't strong enough.

headline of today: why life is interesting in its contrasts and reflections

.
when you do too much of the things you love, you suddenly hate them.
if you do too little, you feel like a failure. or you just feel tricked by society, who doesn't understand you.
or something whatever.

no it's not easy being human. neither is it easy to be humane.
nor is it easy to breathe when you know you're inhaling tons of different chemicals that causes you cancer somewhere down the road of days to come.
yes. life is in itself very complex and difficult,
but mainly if and when you overthink it.

i overthink alot.
and drop to conclusions like "... i need to think much more simple, simply"

goddamn.

i have alot of music to delete on my mp3player. like band of horses and some other bands i don't want to mention because i'm so embarrassed.

when people stop me and ask if i'm sick and tired, i've been sick and tired for a long time.
it happened. again. at work. today. yes. i almost blew into a million sharp pieces.
piercing through everything and everyone. rage.
pure rage.
but whatever. i can go for miles to improve my situation.
it just hurts so much that i have to be bossy and take serious action about myself and my best interests there.
i don't know why.. but it really really hurts.
seriously.

..

colors make me busy/what's the point with no points in between/ my hero(ine)

artificial

colors

i've stolen many a thing in my life. many a thing, i tells you!
so this friay was no exception. well. i was GIVEN the setlist from Katzenjammer. but. the rest i stole:
an almost full waterbottle and some picks from a table onstage.

when you want to steal something after/from the concert, it's a good sign - souvenirs
memorable moments
eh? am i right?



ok. this leads nowhere.
anymore.

i woke up
and it's sunday again

i can't believe it

when i go out for a drink (or more like twenty) i wan't to talk english/preferably English. as in the country from great britain. i don't know why.

but nowadays i'm too unconcious to do that
i could talk something that was pretty damn close to perfect english before. i tricked many a man into believing i originated from america or england.
no more. i can't even trick myself into hoovering the house.


what a bargain.

this must mean i need to go on a holiday.
permanent vacation.



ok. i want to eat only apples and tuna for some days.
just to check if it helps.
(helps???)

nothing helps.



btw. i've noticed that if you change a letter of the word LOVER
you'll end up with LIVER

five catpics a day keeps the mental hospital ..awake

if there ever is something i truly love, it's when pictures turn up on the computer from my memorycard and DOESN'T NEED ANY cropping or colorchange. ah. enjoy:

the scratches that this cat tries to hide is something he himself has made from when trying to get inside the house by simply clawing ones way. i think he's quite the genious

from a saturday that feels like a sunday.
why?

i drink too much

pardon my bad english

but seeing as my head has turned into porridge due to the kitchen, i have no reason to write perfect english anymore.

yesterday one of the bosses at work had to take me aside and ask
"are you tired? you're not being treated in a fair manner, so it's pretty obvious you're having a huge struggle being here. how come you never complain? this isn't right; you should let them know how you feel"
...i just broke down in tears.

so that's that. being at work is actually.. hard work.

especially in a kitchen.

if you don't lose your mind and go crazy
you're not human


that's mainly why i was happy to have no car available yesterday - i could drink lots of beer and wine and then dance to Kråkesølv. they played for free at samfunnet. what a blessing.
i danced, shouted, came up with horrible puns and sang along to the lyrics. i even tried to look the guys in the eye just to see if they payed attention to detail in my singing/lipsyncing/shouting

what a mess. i woke up and the room had a thick fog of alcohol in it.
when i arrived at work they asked "what the fuck are you doing here NOW?" and i just replied in my usual manner "i have no life besides work and prefer to spend as much of my time as possible here" and so on and they went "no seriously!! you're three hours early for your shift!"

............................omfg

i drank some water, talket to a waitress and fled the damn thing to buy cheap pears and then i sat in the busstop and ate them, one by one, just to irritate people around me (and also because i had a fierce hunger) untill i started freezing so much and eating became impossibe. i took the bus back home (30 mins, at least) and said "i'll turn up for work three hours LATE today because of you guys NOT telling me about what shift i had and i'm exhausted today and had to go all the way back home to get the tickets for tonight and blah blah"


they sent me a message back "ok. take the day off. ta ta, here's the long weekend you wanted!"


OH MY GOSH!!

lol.

so much for nice weather.