Jeg vet du elsker meg.
Men elsker du meg - Virkelig?
Elsker du meg halvparten så mye som jeg elsker deg?
Elsker du meg - Egentlig?
Hvorfor må jeg spørre når jeg vet svaret?
Du gjør meg lykkelig - og jeg er redd for å miste deg...
søndag 30. november 2008
lørdag 29. november 2008
Fake Tales Introduction
"Where do you go when you're sad?"
"I walk in my dreams...
I walk the streets of the old home I once had. Standing under the street lights the whole night. I stand there remembering, toilets, the smell of our secret garden, pictures, the first sight of rock music, soda coins, the taste of coke in your mouth, laughter, clouds, the song from birds and the color of the sky. Remembering memories we made and had.
I walk the old path, dirty and beautiful, the path from my childhood, through the big and dark forest. Climbing the tree they cut down, sitting there reading until faeries fly me away, down into my bed. Waiting for the sweet moment you had in store for me. Reading old notes from a back pocket.
I sit alone with flowers in my hair, watching the view, watching. Then I close my eyes. I feel the cold hard stone under me, I feel the marks of peoples hopes and dreams carved into the bench. "We fight until we die", "we are so fairytale it makes people sick", I love him", "I love her", for ever this for ever that, words that will disappear. I bring back old friends. I drink and make amends. With myself and everyone I know.
Then I will dance, all alone in the pouring rain, but everywhere I turn, still, people stare at me. I move, to dance all alone in my basement, but it's so cold in my basement, my skin feels so bad. Like a drowned American highway that constantly has to bear the weight of other people. Sour rain tearing me down.
I play my guitar in my room or my piano at the attic. I play by all heart and means, but I can't get the tunes that are in my head, down to my fingers. I post pictures on my wall, that I know I will tear down. I do things I never would have. I sit in that meadow with him. My fingers caressing his veins. His heart and his sins. I think of electric shocks. Then I run, until I can't feel the highway on my skin.
I see the sunset and the moon. I touch all the walls and I walk across all the bridges that we have made. Under the bridge there is water, and sad memories. The sand by the shore is made of old lovers diaries. Out in the sea sits a curly haired boy, playing the tunes in my head. Because when I am sad, he comes to me."
"Where do you go when you're happy?"
"I stay there..."
"I walk in my dreams...
I walk the streets of the old home I once had. Standing under the street lights the whole night. I stand there remembering, toilets, the smell of our secret garden, pictures, the first sight of rock music, soda coins, the taste of coke in your mouth, laughter, clouds, the song from birds and the color of the sky. Remembering memories we made and had.
I walk the old path, dirty and beautiful, the path from my childhood, through the big and dark forest. Climbing the tree they cut down, sitting there reading until faeries fly me away, down into my bed. Waiting for the sweet moment you had in store for me. Reading old notes from a back pocket.
I sit alone with flowers in my hair, watching the view, watching. Then I close my eyes. I feel the cold hard stone under me, I feel the marks of peoples hopes and dreams carved into the bench. "We fight until we die", "we are so fairytale it makes people sick", I love him", "I love her", for ever this for ever that, words that will disappear. I bring back old friends. I drink and make amends. With myself and everyone I know.
Then I will dance, all alone in the pouring rain, but everywhere I turn, still, people stare at me. I move, to dance all alone in my basement, but it's so cold in my basement, my skin feels so bad. Like a drowned American highway that constantly has to bear the weight of other people. Sour rain tearing me down.
I play my guitar in my room or my piano at the attic. I play by all heart and means, but I can't get the tunes that are in my head, down to my fingers. I post pictures on my wall, that I know I will tear down. I do things I never would have. I sit in that meadow with him. My fingers caressing his veins. His heart and his sins. I think of electric shocks. Then I run, until I can't feel the highway on my skin.
I see the sunset and the moon. I touch all the walls and I walk across all the bridges that we have made. Under the bridge there is water, and sad memories. The sand by the shore is made of old lovers diaries. Out in the sea sits a curly haired boy, playing the tunes in my head. Because when I am sad, he comes to me."
"Where do you go when you're happy?"
"I stay there..."
Ord eller handling
"Å avgjøre om livet er verdt eller ikke verdt å leve, det er å svare på filosofiens fundamentale spørsmål."
- Albert Camus
fredag 28. november 2008
Danse i kjelleren
Gå inn døren.
Alene.
Lage kaffe.
Ned i kjelleren.
Sett på Crystal Castles.
Høyt, høyt, høyt!
Av Med lysene.
Dans.
Alene.
Lage kaffe.
Ned i kjelleren.
Sett på Crystal Castles.
Høyt, høyt, høyt!
Av Med lysene.
Dans.
onsdag 26. november 2008
Krøllt sammen inntil veggen for varme...
Dyne
Teppe
T-shorte
Sokker
Flisdress
Ullundertøy
Og de fokkings ventilene va åpne heile tiden...
Teppe
T-shorte
Sokker
Flisdress
Ullundertøy
Og de fokkings ventilene va åpne heile tiden...
mandag 24. november 2008
søndag 23. november 2008
Johan Harstad
ka va det igjen
minnene ser eg gjennom vinduer med pudder på
han satt bare der
han spiste bare der
musikk fra Kenya og han va bare der
rett foran meg va det vesen; Yasmin
hu satt der
hu spiste der
sauebrusk og hu satt der med mørke øyne
då me skiltes sa eg ha det bra
og me sang
og me sang
mannen smilte, gjekk forbi og me sang
takk for i kveld. snart e alt dette forbi. glømt. Fortrengt.
lørdag 22. november 2008
Uten en tråd
Happy birthday to you
I forgot you this year too
But maybe next year
I'll create more fear
22 minutes late
But I still mean it:
Happy Birthday ATA!
hugs and kisses
ln
venter på det ekte jubileumsinnlegget.
hya, det kommer, det kommer.
Bare vent!!
Happy Birthday ATA!
hugs and kisses
ln
venter på det ekte jubileumsinnlegget.
hya, det kommer, det kommer.
Bare vent!!
torsdag 20. november 2008
Av jord er du komen. Til jord skal du verta. Av jord skal du aldri stå opp.
Ei god forteljing.
Som musikken
Som ein gammal ven
Som luft
Han har alltid vore der
Ingen tårer
Kvar er kjenslene?
Når kjem sorga?
Ein dag snart ligg me alle i jorda
Eg gler meg
Quotation
"Hallo, fisker har dritsvære pupper under skinnet altså, de har naturlig BH'er under der..."
"Hm, ja eg har alltid trodd d eg å!"
"Hm, ja eg har alltid trodd d eg å!"
Snijeg
Chasing cornflakes in november
first snow today
and the first really really cold day
standing with
friend or foe in black shoes
he won't tell, he won't even say
our lack of words perplexes me
a penny for your thoughts
like a summer breeze when it snows
you know, odd in a good way
can't stop looking at your,
pale blue eyes
we jump over black holes with rain in
we ¤&/%¤¤##¤%/&())(/&%¤%()/&
we paint rainbows in the dark
and drink tea until midnight
we make it so easy when it should be so hard
we fuck around with other people
and all I can think of while doing this is
you touch me when my skin spells
"he was here last winter"
and do all the things I hate
I hate the sun shining
it allways shines when I'm around you
I need my freedom too you know
but I would give
a penny for you
Haha fucker
first snow today
and the first really really cold day
standing with
friend or foe in black shoes
he won't tell, he won't even say
our lack of words perplexes me
a penny for your thoughts
like a summer breeze when it snows
you know, odd in a good way
can't stop looking at your,
pale blue eyes
we jump over black holes with rain in
we ¤&/%¤¤##¤%/&())(/&%¤%()/&
we paint rainbows in the dark
and drink tea until midnight
we make it so easy when it should be so hard
we fuck around with other people
and all I can think of while doing this is
you touch me when my skin spells
"he was here last winter"
and do all the things I hate
I hate the sun shining
it allways shines when I'm around you
I need my freedom too you know
but I would give
a penny for you
Haha fucker
mandag 17. november 2008
søndag 16. november 2008
lørdag 15. november 2008
fredag 14. november 2008
De som ikke gråter
Dere er de tøffe jentene
- De som ikke gråter
Dere er de vakre jentene
- De som alle snur seg etter
Dere er de flinke jentene
- De som klarer alt uten egentlig å bry seg
Dere er de jentene som ingen fortjener
Likevel tror jeg dere gråter når andre ikke ser
- De som ikke gråter
Dere er de vakre jentene
- De som alle snur seg etter
Dere er de flinke jentene
- De som klarer alt uten egentlig å bry seg
Dere er de jentene som ingen fortjener
Likevel tror jeg dere gråter når andre ikke ser
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