Jeg tror denne bloggen er ferdig.

Chérie, chérie, j'en rêve la nuit
Chérie, chérie, comment ca va?
Quelle heure est il?
- Je ne sais pas!

Gode råd fra glupe kompiser

"it's like in the kids movies,
you go on this fantastical journey thinking you are underprepared,
but in reality you had the power all along!"

Nå står vi opp klokka sju på morgenen

For hunden vil at det skal være sånn.

Right,
you fucker,
I'm going to do the washing up!

No no,
you can't.
It's impossible, I swear it.

I've looked into it.

Listen to me,
listen
to
me!
There are things in there,
there's a tea-bag growing!
You haven't slept in sixty hours,
you're in no state to tackle it.
Wait till the morning,
we'll go in
together.

This
IS
the morning.
Stand aside!

You don't understand.
I think there may be
something alive.

What do you mean?
a rat?

It's possible, it's possible.

Then the fucker will rue the day!

Well the future's got me worried such awful thoughts

My
head's
a
carousel
of
pictures,
the
spinning
never
stops

I
just
want
someone
to
walk
in
front

And
I'll
follow
the
leader

Some natures catch no plagues

I
____ smiled that kind of icy blue smile of a noonday
reckoning, the tied together two of tell-tale pictures
i've sketched in sand castle plots and plans. similar
starting points, both for sin and shooting blanks. but
it's always the unseen sharp pang; the awkward rhythm
of the dance like a tick-tock clock in that heart of
hearts repeating, "there is no happy here, there is no
happy here..." devil may care touches trickled down
spine, thigh, and breast may never truly illuminate
the finer art of heartwork.

II
i was turning over with the sheets, and facing the
arched back thinking of how my eyes, half-opened,
caught her arm moving from side to side, but never to
me. it's all connected by blank words to tell empty
promises of clumsy miscommunication. so we say what we
will, to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing
enfolded within the next few hours. it's too bad, too
tragic... i spent myself choking on the motions
leading up to said misfortune.

This weather turns my tricks to rust...

I am a lousy engineer.

The winter makes things hard enough.

I think I'll wait another year.