becoming |
new year, new hopes. finally finished the overbearing work on my far too long musicology essay, which'll grant me a shot at some master program this coming fall. a bachelor's degree is a piss in the o...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:59:00 GMT |
blank stare at the world (rotten to the core) |
yesterday, by some strange stroke of something, I felt a curious disassociation to everything. if mankind, society, and the rest of creation was the European Union, then I was a hut on a cold barren i...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:18:00 GMT |
autumn-curved air |
autumn in the air. the smell of avantgarde metal 97-03. oh the joy of leaves crumbling and diving to the fate of rot or incineration. oh the joy of cold winds and rotting apples. oh the joy of activit...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 02:26:00 GMT |
wordlessness |
no words. no. and a lack of communication to top that. possibility - yes. ability - no.slightly shimmering, rose-scented shit will soon/has recently hit the fan. a head stuck under water, so to speak....
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 10:02:00 GMT |
doukutsu monogatari |
sött spel. rätt svårt också. Wonderboy, Super Metroid, Castlevania, åt det hållet, fast japanskt. fantastiskt medryckande musik och charmig grafik. +++++.sitta och spela japanska freeware-plattformssp...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
the forest is cold and white |
eller snarare, varm och grön. men lika omhändertagande och lindrande som total i sin apati och respektlöshet. satt på "berget", tittade på fåglar som flaxade upp och ner i de danska kastvindarna - Zep...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 14:17:00 GMT |
Annihitleration. |
Grammar exam tomorrow. In a surge of complete recklessness, I am totally denying the fact that the most massive, incomprehensible, and insurmountable (but fortunately not most important!) tit of an ex...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 09:01:00 GMT |
Here comes a strange beast, in many tongues called a fool. |
That's Ray Bradbury it is! I like that guy. A poet writing science fiction - bound to appear a throng of noteworthy phrases. Like this one. Based an entire lyric on Fahrenheit 451, without every touch...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 11:07:00 GMT |
Malodorous. |
I came to a quiet realisation yesternight (Tuesday).If I were to die in this (or that, making it a bit more gruesome) instant, no-one would really notice it for a while. My absence would be noticed at...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 10:02:00 GMT |
aloof and proud silence. |
flickvän utflugen på god väg mot Amsterdam. sitter och gör oljud. ett satans oväsen. har inte mycket att säga. tycker allt mindre och mindre om ord, eller snarare jag tappar mer och mer förmågan att a...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 07:58:00 GMT |
