freedom; to lose your mind

'alle dokker menneska som ska så mye'

no, you're probably not uninspired. you're just too tired to be creative.

to be the first at something, is to flirt with new species.

space has it, it's yours to fill.

verse verse verse riff
flip
re
pe
at


fold, undo
create
construct
go do
commando

mean meanings, perfect rice

in a world with no epiffanys
blank planets, wet eyes. twist in souls, gumwrappers all over

you made glue out of something, i made nothing out of a lot.

corners are there for a reason

'på skola blir man bare strigla og stappa full av stigma'

still blank? why wonder.

meet and greet me, i am a raging hypocrite.

blown in from the west,
used an empty shell as an entrance

forget about me soon, shallow reflections will carry nothing worth longing for
please place your wishes at another doorstep

no need for change as i see no need for great adventure
just pass me the salt in an effort to make me die faster

relief and release, saw on another button, make the shirt seem fitter than what's hidden underneath
train on fake smiles and bring out the garbage

say to yourself that passing time is like passing out

i'm only here to make you uncomfortable

if i lick my own ear my face looks like a swan, does it not.

toss old toiletpaper in the sink, watch it flow across streams of fresh water. let it sink, soon to embrace an empty future of no relief.
glue yourself together and find a mirror, truth has ceased and salt is no longer salty enough.
i wish for an ability to concentrate
but sorcery is yet not for me
find a coathanger, you're here for the long run
collide the greens with yellow, endig up is the goal.

listen to the same song on repeat, be an exrtaverted inhabitant
the grip is yours to lose,
swimming across vast oceans of scumbags

i imagine a wet ladder to be somewhat close to a distraction

headlines

imagine a world without headlines. it would be like a room with no distractions. no fractions. you would have to consume the entire text before summing it up by yourself, before making your own little headline to remember things by.
i would love to make a newspaper with only good news and no headlines whatsoever. headlines ruined my mind. it has ruined an entire generation.