Sunday, 26 July 2009
Saturday, 20 June 2009
falling from self
creeping in to craziness with some TMK!
last night was hectic. this night was all chill and driving. still have to pick my mom up later. so main mission is to stay awake!
i am now going to keep on searching for new ways to channel my thoughts.
true hallucinations
Monday, 15 June 2009
3am product
Fred Olsson
2009
We were brought out to the cold a perfect match. We kept each other warm all those childhood nights full of darkness and terrifying dreams. We had our differences, but we understood one another, that is what I thought. But I see now it was all comforting words without the honesty they portrayed.
“Reoh, you can’t cross this bridge alone.” I heard his statement ringing in my ears. My two minutes older brother Larry had the same calculating voice as always. But I could hear the emptiness in it. It wasn’t that the words lacked thought, because he was right in his statement. It was more the lack of understanding that this could not be understood. It was an answer to my request for some quality time on my own. My wish for a calm, uncalculated life. But as always he needed to be by my side, hanging over my shoulder, judging my creations.
We moved from the small town where we were born, seeking redemption in the big city. Correction; I sought redemption and Larry was looking for a job. And a job he found, he dragged us both down in it. Telemarketing, the devils disguise. I sold nothing, my lack of interest in both money and the product we were selling blocked my will to even try. Larry didn’t do any better. He gave it a few tries but after two weeks we decided this was a dead end. The fact that Larry found as little satisfaction in the work as I did filled me with hope, maybe we weren’t so different after all?
We walked aimlessly through moments of desperation and happiness. I felt on top of the world, gliding through existence with only my visions of the future to guide me. But I could feel how it was slowly consuming Larry. He was in a state of numbness the last month we spent in the city, and I wondered what this meant.
“Great news Reoh, we got a new job!” His beaming smile once again blocked my true vision and we moved back to our home town, where the job he talked about was waiting. Stationed at a great mill, we were chopping down life and selling it by the meter. Larry who felt like he was contributing was ecstatic, with money on his pocket and a new vision of the future he soared through space without a care in the world. I had made up my mind, this was the last time he would flourish.
“I know what you’ve been thinking..” He said with calm in his voice. I looked up at him and met his eyes. I knew what was about to take place, and so did he. He wasn’t sad about it, in fact he looked quite pleased. He smiled and continued “So you’ve made up your mind?”
“I have…” I replied with a faint smile. A tear forming at the corner of my eye, growing and finally succumbing to gravity it left a trail on my cheek in which the feelings could pour out. Larry raised an empty glass and called for a toast. “To sanity!” He boasted. I laughed and picked up the gun. And as he downed the empty glass I raised my left hand and blew him away.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
the things i will leave behind.
finally he awakens, the guschtodian. i wonder what that sneaky family is up to? lurking about the boathouse.
and where is my beloved summer? i can appriciate the rain, and love it, but some change would be nice. a little sunshine and warm winds. that would cheer me up. and a hug, we all need a hug sometimes.
will humanity ever grow the fuck up?
1,2,3 black star shine eternally
Monday, 8 June 2009
there WILL be writing
so whats up? not much really, waiting for the sun. and while i'm doing that i'm working on some writing. nothing too great yet though. spent the weekend at my dads. half past drunk.
someone got some tips on great living philosofers?
Every man is evil yes an every man is a liar
An unashamed with the wicked tongues sing
In the black soul choir
Friday, 5 June 2009
hokus pokus förfan
the total lack of interesting people. where are you?
it's the same old train of robots, with the same fucking goals. grow a pair and think for your self.
i just can't care about it all