About me, myself and everything else. From The Corpses Flowers Grow. Asymp; Lämna en kommentar. Vad är ditt guilty pleasure? Limpa med hushållsost. jag är liksom inte en sån. Jag är en sån som äter riktigt hemmagjort surdegsbröd med vällagrad ost jag ystat själv. Vad har du för äcklig vana? Vad är det folk inte tror om dig? Svär egentli.

Slow, let it vine through the past, space and time. See the man of the cloth, got it wrong from the off. Out of line, out of reach, me and you born to see. Rising fast on my feet, let me breathe, let me speak. Crystalline in the dark, all you see is the spark. I said no babe .

I managed to hand back all the papers I had to mark so I can focus on the thesis writing over the two week break that is starting today. Im exhausted but I have no choice, I have to write chapter 9, damnit! Yesterday evening, I went to the cinema and saw Logan. Isnt a super-hero movie, it is a western at heart. And it is a western quoting a 1953 classic western, Shane. Is melancholy and lyrical, gripping an.

Ettersom beboerne har tilbrakt sin siste natt i håkonsgaten 28b føler jeg at vi trenger et nytt navn til bloggen. Send gjerne inn forslag til hva DU mener den bør hete. Tirsdag, april 21, 2009. Livet på topp er herlig. Torsdag, januar 22, 2009. Hva er rart med dette bildet? Onsdag, november 05, 2008. Onsdag, oktober 29, 2008. Sjekk verdens kuleste rødhårede gutt. Mandag, oktober 20, 2008. Torsdag, mai 22, 2008.

In search of intensity I found instead a fragility that too often leaves me wordless. So I continue to look for the small joys inexpressible. I laugh far more often than it seems. And acronyms and false words. True friends with words again. Ever see a fairy dusting verbs and adjectives. They lives in in zeros and ones.

But I added one here. So I sort of lied. Sunday, 5 September 2010. Let Us Tell Sad Stories Of The Kings. In the days to come, keep an eye out for me in the rising waters. Is it me, .