Everything is running smoothely, but I am beginning to feel the strain of Working a full time job
At least I have time for my social life every now and then, and in an effort to imrove my romantic outlook (and possibly my financial one as well
The only area of my life which is causing concern (except for my exhaustingly overfilled agenda), is my economy (or rather lack thereof). I live, as they say, beyond my means, spending incredible amounts on alcohol
freaky. As Oscar Wilde said, I will probably die beyond my means too. So feel free to donate that ol' money you have lying around, it would be accepted with great thanks. The same goes for alcohol.
Now, over to my creative side... I haven't drawn as much as a stick person in ages, and I am not comletely sure where I've put my camer. It's sad. I know. But I have been writing a wee bit, though. Mainly song lyrics, but also poetry, an essay, and I've kept at it with my novel.
Heres a completely free and useless sample from a song I made:
Alone at last
together in this photograph
polycromics
psychedelics
pornographics
holy reliques
(I'll add more tomorrow, when I actually have it infromt of me, rather than reciting it from crowded corners of my mind)
AND I have a movie-tip for you all.
Go see The Tracy Fragments featuring Ellen Page (Juno). It's a really moving indie-movie with a good, yet disturbing story, presented in distorted fragments. It feels like you're trapped in a state of delirium, running scared through the mind of a fucked-up fifteen-year-old. The fragmentation is kind of annoying and haunting, but it works, the movie is really captivating in a stark yet complex way.
Finally, I must announce that Jupiter (the magnificently idle band consisting of
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enjoy!









Begynner først nå å bruke denne sia, har ikke helt skjønnt oppøegget føre nå
Alt bra????
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You're not making any sense at all.
vi må serrriøst like snart. elineabstinenser.
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sing me a serenade that'll make my ears bleed
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You're not making any sense at all.
*tosses you a lazy salute from a distant land, and returns to trying to fix his PC*
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"You're like a brooding, British Marquis de Sade.." - XerxesRah
- the Jakk of all arts.
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sing me a serenade that'll make my ears bleed
But no, on the European scale, not too far at all, though unfortunately not connected by land, unless you've very long legs.
Tales speak of a sunken city beneath Cardigan Bay, where a land bridge once connected Wales and Ireland. I love such stories.
I cannot imagine travelling.. I'd need a job first, and having overcome such a terrifying obstacle as 'employment', I'd then need to care enough to wade through passports, legalities, tickets and the like.. I found it distasteful enough to pay £3 for a power cable today >.>
Anticapitalism by inactivity!
*returns to trying to fix his PC*
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"You're like a brooding, British Marquis de Sade.." - XerxesRah
- the Jakk of all arts.
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Holy heart failure, Batman!
- Kristian Haukland (AD til høsten)
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