onsdag 27. februar 2013
tirsdag 26. februar 2013
iceage coming
the process of art
the processing of art
the processed art
the processing art
the art of process
here we go because nothing rolls like mustard on the forehead of an eskimo.
please do not proceed to pull the strings
pick your own nose
drink alcohol for breakfast and serve dinner at midnight
the cutlery adds a canonball of zingy zest and the lemon keeps you sane
now, be ready to leave it all be for the sake of the unhealthy and unwealthy, i'm yellow for the occasion
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vm i bartending
søndag 24. februar 2013
lørdag 23. februar 2013
fredag 22. februar 2013
mandag 18. februar 2013
torsdag 14. februar 2013
tirsdag 12. februar 2013
lørdag 9. februar 2013
fur is not murder if you grow your own
jeg hater alt
med jævlig god grunn
uten at jeg trenger å tenke meg om
it's the same old story. i leave a bag of fish in the fridge to defrost. forget about it. days and weeks pass. suddenly it all smells of hell and i keep procrastinating getting it the fuck out of there and into the trash, as if time will make the rotten fish less of an effort to finally get rid of.
this logic has no right to live, yet it does. in prosperity.
that very moment you realise the music you're listening to might appear very disturbing for those who might pass by your house/your neighbours, and you turn it down and feel really embarassed and wonder how much damage is already done and so on.
i'm so sick of everything
fredag 8. februar 2013
is it delusional that one of my biggest fears is coming across as delusional?
stuck in the same old path of a nonexisting idea of life
am i depressed or just different from the rest
torsdag 7. februar 2013
søndag 3. februar 2013
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