
they are flying?
November 25, 2009
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I was born with a defect that shortened my societal expiry-date with 40-60 years.
Eat me and I'll show you rainbows, God, and lifelong indigestion.
November 22, 2009
Rapportera tvivelaktigt innehåll
And nobody knew that I lay out the paragraph tags here before actually having written anything?
Determined by default to write something long and maybe gut-wrenching for everybody else hopefully concerned with other sights.
But it's not like they become lengthy, the posts.
Those that do don't really see daylight anyway, they're forever drafts.
So, anyway: N i g h t m a r e s . Every single night.
I don't even know how long it has been lasting.
Shrink time? Y/N
November 12, 2009
Untitled
So what's up with that—crawling out of bed way too early for the rest of the body to comply, then passing through narrow land side roads sharing a car with a driving instructor (who wonders if you like driving in lemming (morning) traffic!). What? Oh, hey, then spending the day arguing a bit with a parent, furthering the habit of invoking Godwin in every discussion, because of a habit preceding the former one of not really taking anything seriously in this world anymore—especially not yourself. Try to lead a grown-up, coherent discussion now, Ha!
And what else? Nights spent dreaming of faces disfigured by war and decay, and dreams about stealing and wrecking taxi-cars; or just spent shuffling among other sickly creatures of the night in Arlöv. That last part of the previous sentence involving wandering into a store and buying tvivelaktigt pastry mended from concrete and adamantium and sprinkled with some sugar, later making a bold attempt at eating some of it which is a feat comparable to chewing on a sugar-sprinkled rock.
Then that friggin' bus-stop full of kiddos running a rehearsal of the musical interpretation of Orwell's Animal Farm. Barking, meowing and howling at the moon like a bunch of disrobed furries carried away by their momentary detachment from their human reality and the promise of a great yiff. Fuck.
And after 6-10 days of avoiding, tomorrow I return to school, so I can disappear from another week and watch the healthy part of my sleeping schedule writhe on the floor in pain until it dies.
Otherwise things are nice, I GUESS.
Hey, anyone feel like traveling to a forgotten place in Eastern Europe, getting drunk and crying/vomiting on an old city square while cursing all the pagan Gods? Or we can curse the great western conspiracy of undermining the pact and subverting peoples by planting brave "Russian" policemen (traitors) on Youtube giving them a voice! Or we can curse Skånetrafiken! Or the cracks among the cobblestone! Idea? yes?
No?
Damn. :(
LOOK AT MY NOSE
IS IT AMAZING?
GIVE IT A LICK
(IT TASTES JUST LIKE RAISINS)
ITT: Look, I'm from the internet! I know this!
November 11, 2009
Graveyard path
Some spirit was trying to communicate with us through the flickering lamps.
Or maybe distract us. Who knows.
Anyway: no satanic orgies here, no. :(
Link
Hi, Menschen.
I made this, I crafted it out of clay and a poor understanding of webdesign.
It's kinda still in the makings, but nearly finished.
I'll gladly lend a .html to anyone who wants to put up some obscure piece of text, or other low-bandwith work. o/
This place will still be in motion, naturally.
IN OTHER NEWS: FUCK YOU ALEX; NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SUB-PAR DOWNS-SYNDROME-DANCE-SQUAD WEBPAGE UNLESS IT'S A FACEBOOK APP. GO TO HELL OR FACE THE TRUTH ABOUT WASTED MONEY.
:D
In other regards, this is what the people's republic truly fought for: http://twitter.com/Lilwaynesworld
November 04, 2009
Path
First HDR in quite a time, I think. A pity that the path wasn't filled with normal sodium vapour lamps, because I've honestly no other idea for a more suitable and better palette for this light, and this one is hardly good. The sky looks terrible too; probably because it was saved and edited as a .jpg, after all the magic in Photomatix. But what do I know, I need to learn how to photography properly again <o>´
Edit: Sweet Jesus, what was I thinking.










