Sweetums

Fucking Hell these photos came out as utter crap. i'm so sorry ppl!

little children playing

i think this band is very nice. nice indeed. very.

someone sculpt me

i am overconcious

someone sculpt me

i have no opinions that i'm sure of anymore

being brave takes courage. being weak takes a great mind. being restless requieres a good amount of work and taking a deep breath makes your head explode

coffeetime and early mornings requirers a good night of sleep

today i am

a bit tired

today i have

only one day left

before the weekend is mine to own

to rule

to use

and to tresure

without pressure

it is nice to have these feelings back, even tho the lack of time to think in my freetime will make me rather furious in the longer run.

work habits

habits that work

which one's the better?

damn, i miss fishing

Major Parkinson

gave out a cool album last year
'songs from a solitary home'
the coverart is amazing, i recognize it from a poster i saw in bergen



musicwise it's a gentle blend of pop and prog rock



some say the debut album is the better one
we'll se about that. i think so too, this far.
it's cool music, pretty much RIGHT up my alley
i like chaotic genreblending, high-energy crazy music.



Dance With the Cookieman is a pretty out-there tune.
with strings, piano, versatile voice, fullbodied sound and some synthing. the guitar is how i like it; a mix between palm-muting and that funnysounding picking of the chords.
the experimental parts are muchmuch fun!
Downtown Boogie is a popsounding-party
Heart of Hickory is well the most popular tune from their recent album. i can see why, it's pretty slick. a mix between the cheerful psychopath and the dancing gypsy.

..and so on

EEASILY!!

if you haven't listened to this album, you should. EERIE! i've yet to buy it myself, tho. it's been way too expensive for me lately, you know, to buy cds. but the money's acomin

I FUCKING LOVE the liars___________________!

"""Andrew: THE FIRST TRACK ON THE ALBUM WAS A DREAM. I DESCRIBE IT PRETTY LITERALLY IN THE SONG, BUT BASICALLY IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE CLOSE TO ME WAS DYING, AND I WAS INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING TO HELP HIM OR HER. I WOKE WITH A HORRIBLE SENSE OF GUILT AND SOMEHOW FELT LIKE I WAS BEING REMINDED THAT I NEED TO BECOME MORE ENGAGED WITH MY SURROUNDINGS AND THE PEOPLE IN IT..."""" - related to the Link

they make my tuseday

omg

how could i ever forget you

eerie, chill, alarming, noisy, breathtaking, awesome, dancable, hardcore and punky at times; but most of all; FUCKING AWESOME.

i'm even tempted to name my kid Angus. close to almost whatever gender.

now you know what i want to keep me warm at winter. a t-shirt.

camerashake

insideoutside






yes. my flash is what lits this thingy.

sorry for that past and totally chaotic POST under this one

no i'm not depressed
just angry

and i want to make it a thing of the past

i must learn how to love myself

bliss

i need to stop all the thinking
it ruins me

it makes me me
but it's destructive

"there are better things
to talk about
be constructive"

- from one of my alltime favorite songs

we are the dollars and cents

bright and bubbly

friend

or enemy

whatever the likes

i would absolutely NOT wish this travesty upon them;

..moving back home

i'm having troubles with my mom. i think she's with the mafia.
or the nazis.
i forget.
but the main problem is the CONSTANT currents of adrenaline and other fear/angerendhancing hormones when she's near by (remenicing about stomping feet at tremendous speeds).
they always want something out of you, don't they?
they always judge you for whatever you decide to do, don't they?
they always push you in a direction you never seem to understand, don't they?
they always boss you around, shouting like crazy if somethings out of order and gives you the hives by doing so, don't they?

they always seem like such good people, but you always know better

if there's some cause i've faught for a long time, it's gotta be irrationality.
that's my main prior. LURK IT OUT, DAMNIT WILL YOU PLEASE COME ON! FUCKING HELL.
problem is. my mother's full of that shit. she can't seem to ever leave me alone.

as a teenager i had a much better relationship to her than i do now.
what has that cause?
well. i'm restless. i'm choking. i'm living far from my work. i've moved BACK HOME (???) a couple of times and i seem to be stuck in a routine of doing things i utterly hate.
this feeling came to me very strong yesternight.
i didn't deal with it.
i just sat it out, watchin telly with my dad. thinking about wasted hours
thinking about "we used to wait"
wanting to burst into tears, but realising that's irrational.

simply grab a thighter hold onto the remote-control
it makes perfect sense, in a nonsensible way
it's intoxicating
you forget all your troubles
push them aside
you become an expert in certain fields
such as denying the truth that suddenly occured to you

in stead of living your own life
you're waisting yours
by sitting in the same fucking chair
as always
watching other peoples lives
and how they chose to fill them
how they chase their dreams
what professions they have
what exites them
watching watching watching
and thinking thinking thinking

i could have had it so much better



i'm knee-deep in this shit
and it's terror

but
it's a given fact
we humans always focus on the negative perspective on things

but this time around
i don't know which eyes i'm looking through