BYEN JEG ER DØD I - begynnelsen |
Jeg kom dit i ei gruppe. Vi var alle nyankomne. Ingen hadde sko på beina. Foran oss lå en slak brosteinbelagt gate, gammel og slitt, sporene i midten beregnet som spenntak for hester i gamle dager had...
Posted by tuberkoline on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 06:34:00 PST |
pure ewohl |
say. the town I live in just barely broke the record of 80whatever days with rain in a row this year. the window above my bed is a tilted one.
Posted by tuberkoline on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:51:00 PST |
visiting parents |
i have knitted my second scarf in two days, seen an exaggerated number of films about heroes with swords and women in heavy dresses, eaten the equal amount of food that i normally consume during one w...
Posted by tuberkoline on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 05:05:00 PST |
i had a dream |
rather disturbing, really. my ears and nose and mouth were cut off, and my crippled face (well, my head and my eyes) were sewn together with big burtonesque stitches vertically from the roots of my ha...
Posted by tuberkoline on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 04:30:00 PST |
my play: knit/ I didn't know that you could knit |
TO THE ONE THAT WANTS TO STAGE THIS PLAY. I DEMAND NOTHING. BUT I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WANT TO LET YOUR VISUAL ABILITIES - AND PREFERABLY ANY OTHER ABILITIES - FREE. I WANT TO SEE YOUR VERSION. ...
Posted by tuberkoline on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 04:37:00 PST |
my play: knit / I didn't know that you could knit |
A stage hand comes in with a trolley with costumes. Amongst them; tutus.
THE INDIVIDUAL: I follow a bug fight for its life in the sink. Im not doing anything to help it. On the contrary...
Posted by tuberkoline on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 04:34:00 PST |
radiohole. I apply. |
Tell the Radiohole about yourself. Don't be shy. First: middle: Last: email: Where do you hear about the Radio hole...
Posted by tuberkoline on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 11:03:00 PST |
bergen /home is teenage angst |
oh. constellations. I'm in my apartement in bergen, norway. everything is like it was when I left it. I do the same things here. I drink with the boys. they drink as they used to. I make pancakes. and...
Posted by tuberkoline on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 05:58:00 PST |
hot hot hot |
I'm melting. It's so warm. Every night I dream dreams about saunas and hot sand. I wake up sticking to my sheets like a well chewed gum. My cheeks are red. I had an installation last week. It was a fe...
Posted by tuberkoline on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 05:35:00 PST |
yes! |
I've filmed one of the big guys feeding the swans. and I've danced with telemark.and this one goes to marte:10. You must leave your iron outside - Legg igjen strykejernet ditt på utsiden9. From what I...
Posted by tuberkoline on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 03:55:00 PST |
