Aug 17, 2010

Haven't written anything more @ Doors and Bridges. Was a dead end.

Just wrote this as a comment to someone on Dailybooth who wanted to hear a story. Sometimes I'm surprised by my improvisations. Heh.

The snow lied still and frosty over the muddy ground, the mans limping footsteps conjured a crunching sound in the otherwise silent forest. The moon was the only source of light and it put dark shadows across his scarred face. He was all alone, with no goal. He kept walking until he reached a fallen tree, a victim to mother nature's wrath. He stood still, looking at it for a couple of minutes before he decided to step up onto it and the second his second foot touched the worn out bark a bell rang in the distant. This was it. He had reached his first checkpoint.

He swiftly, without a sign of the previous limp, hopped down from the log and started jogging towards where the bell had rang. The forest was not silent anymore, there was an odd racket going on everywhere, footsteps behind every tree, but he kept his eyes locked in a forward position. He would not let go of his new found goal. He increased his pace, almost running, his long dark coat flicking his ankles as he did so. All of a sudden the snow covered ground beneath his feet was gone. He was falling into darkness, hands of light tugging him from all directions, but nothing stopped him.

It was all over.

Jun 22, 2010

Just a note to myself so that I don't forget.

Dreamed that I got chased by the crazy beard/glasses/walking stick guy.


Jun 13, 2010

Doors and Bridges (Pt.1)

Moved to

Jun 1, 2010

tomorrow may fall
and today is already gone

Everything feels messed up. I feel angry and sad. But I don't know why. I feel like going crazy and smash stuff, but I got no reason. It doesn't feel like anything I do has any meaning. I just do it to make the clock tick.

I see my world change
and then go back to where it came

I just cried. For absolutely no reason at all. Felt kinda good though. Well I don't know. Wanted to write something.

in this viscous circle
we all are brought back to life
only to die

Mar 22, 2010

I was just about to write a blog entry about feeling bad and misery and such. Not about myself or any other specific person, but just feeling bad in general. But after some thinking I realized that it was a quite a bad idea. Even though many feel the same way about stuff, get sad by the same stuff, the whole process can be different.

I just wanted to say that. I haven't written much on here lately. Whats there to write about? I rarely write anything important anywhere.

Why would I?

Mar 15, 2010

Kan inte den där fucking Vilks bara lägga ner. Hur mycket skit tror han att han kan mjölka ur det svenska folket och median? För i helvette. "Konsten är värd att ta risker för". Fuck off. Ser inte ens bra ut.

Du har tur att muslimerna inte är så kritiska när det gäller sånt.


Mar 7, 2010


Was something I was going to write about. That I was talking to my co-workers with. But I don't remember what it was.

Stuffz been ze weird lately. Dunno why or what or who or how. That's just how it is. We'll see how it ends, when it ends.