breakfast is served. please enjoy and keep moving.

remind you, mind me.

it's all pretty well and i should do something new each day

i should make a list

i should keep it swell

to carve a fokkin dinosaur out of wood is my next big thing

i just need to do some simple math first, but i reckon i'm too lazy to do so.

whatever.

but first i need a knife and it seems impossible to get one that's suitable.

... i wish i posessed the glory of photoshop.

Hey Joni

"She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She's thinking long and hard
About that wild sound
And wondering will it last?

Kick it "

by sonic youth, from their album "daydream nation"

a rather awful song, but the lyrics kind of got stuck. i don't know.

it's a lie. please stop it now. enough.

one can never peak in front of the computer

but the illusion of it may be created

i believe more in the real world

this is absurd

internet, you have my at my knees

i'm lost and uninspired

my brain blew into a million pieces

and now i can't focus anymore

too much information that flows through and never gets stuck

i'm hooked

(i stood way back in the audience and tried to snap these fellows. the sun hated me and so many parts became overexposed. the distance causes lots of noise and my general ignorance is pretty destructive on these, too. well. i suppose i must ask you to AT LEAST ENLARGE THEM to see how crappy they really are. i'm bummed out.)



still blown up and out of control. tie me down, put me in a coma.
i'm better off without.

please teach me something

There Are, There Is.

so much more important things in life rather than thinking what i think.

fix it.
you.
fix.
it.

myroom is overfilled with spiders. they ask me frequently, dangling from the roof and down, "sup? can i please set up a net anywhere here? i prefer for it to be on you if you keep on sitting as still as you do and keep on attracting so many flies"

i tell them i'm a little afraid and stressed out about their species, but i also tell them i'll do my best, whatever that is.
so. my best. is it:
- A: keep still for it to build a nest?
- B: or perhaps serve another purpose beyond this room?

eeeey.... chillax, i've got this.

no, i don't. the nature of the beast is quite simple - i only posess a mood like this (bliss, bliss, bliss) in very rare occations WHILE sitting at home. i've spent much time investigating this matter. and yes, it doesn't get any less true with time. infact, time functions as a fertilizer.
what a scary thought, but also; the thought about time being a fertilizer! how very bloody fascinating!


fish out of water, it's so true.
you never know anyone until you experience them in their right element.

i'm lucky enough to not judge by appearance, by first impression, by second impression, by the third ipm... well, at some point i might make up my mind about a certain someone, but mostly i wait for it.

waiting. i'm such a good waiter. err. is it patience? no, it's apathy.

such a good waiter!!


i think my favorite weather is on outside, maybe i should switch clothes and get out.

great tea. great gee. the cream of the crop. no muscle of men.

i have very little to report.
call your friend.
go see the boss.
drink coffee.
relax. let you senses take you where all the sense in the world couldn't, wouldn't.
call.
income.
outcome.

don't plan to plan, just plan.
easy.

focus. rubbish.
focus.
fish.

you should go for a bikeride. you should eat the jam. you should press the prints, you should be on the land.
garden. jumpshots. cameratoss and great loss. afraid of the weather, afraid to lose points.
trains and magazines, keeps you together. chocolate bars keeps you focused. tension and release.
the everyday taste like salty tea, the weekend has it's routines. the day has a structure and you loose youre grip. the flesh burns and you take a turn for the worse. pills.
satisfaction. fraction.
salty water, boil it off. keep yourself clean and lean. be there for time, be there before time.
plants breathe your breath, they source energy from the light. keep yourself clean, keep yourself in the dark.
hide from sorrow, hide behind the mask. your fysique is important, your chin tell more than your mouth.
competition.

always running. always stressed. always away and always in a thousand pieces.

i know no language, i know no power. i know nothing and i'm uninspired. teach me, i'm a sponge. i can't seek out what to learn myself, i prefer to be told.

i prefer.

we all prefer. we all want the best. the easiest. the bliss, the chill. the alkohol and the virgins. the gap and the downfall of others.


we want.
lust.
we need.
greed.

we need for it to take us places. driven.
drove. into. the. branch.
it turns into a ladder.
you sort it out.
you're such a good person.
you know so much.
you're talented, you should to this and that.
you're a resource, you should keep clean. trim off the trimmings, keep yourself lean.
to fit into society, to fit into other peoples minds.
in a busy lifestyle noone wants to work in order to understand you. they need to be told.
don't expect anything. keep it all simple. but you need to be talented. you need to stand out. you need to blend your feelings and you need to be told.

i never seem to grow, but my head expands. it might be water, it might be clogged up tears. it might be frustration, it might be fear.

my brain feels swollen, my feelings appear cold.
such vast distances, to grow and get old.

teach. learn. learn to teach. learn to listen. learn to keep calm.
learn to approach, learn to digest.

read.
be informed.
be clear.
do not disturb or confuse.

keep it all neat.
be tall on your feet.

it's good to be understood.

re member

to check out these festivals next year

way out west
flow festival
lowlands festival

and so on. because they're all sold out now.

really annoying, really annoyed

 but there was something i enjoyed. it's all rubbish. being back home makes no sense. what do i have left? leftovers? or should i chew on the memories? such a nice time, such a mix of good and bad manners. what for? it's life, it's alive. being the reason and bringing the reason. my beerbelly hums to the hymn of excitement and collective anxiety.

there is something about festivals.

 this really makes no sense at all. but that's just the way it is. i could never do anything that's good work, that makes people come back for more, that brings a consciousness to their mind, that plays with ther feelings, that causes a reaction. no. not me. i'm not able to concentrate. fractured. i'd like to say i'm sorry, but i can't. i apologize to myself, if something.
fuck this.

the urge, the bottle, the bubbles, THE MISERY.

back in the days

my old Nikon, compactcamera with not a lot of mp to go around. it died many years ago. but i loved it, still.
my dad actually found the memorycard inside the vacuumcleaner. not inside the bag or anything, just inside a compartment of the bloody thing. such a bizarre incident, i've been looking for this a long time now. well.

 this was my idea. why we went for it, i don't know. maybe due to everybody being so hungover they could not think of anything better.

such classic behaviour. this guy deleted me on facebook. i completely support that decision, 100 per cent.


anyroad.