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Oskar the great!

Oh how I loved to be amused!
This little blogg here, is really good for thouse lonely days, the lunch break laughters, the bored hours before you hit the bed and for the times when you know you should have been out the door 20 minutes ago, but everything but staying in seems inconceivable.

Here's some of the cute texts I have read throughout the last year:

5 Lies Carrie Bradshaw Told Me

A Plea To Facebook Moms
Maybe It’s Time To Quit Smoking
10 Things You Shouldn’t Say On A First Date
 
And yes, you can see this as a bribe cause of my thriftyness when it comes to talking.
Even though I'm not showering you in words and phrases, I do adore you all.
Oh, and to get to the homepage, simply jump on the T.

2.Sam. 1:25.

25. Se dina hjältar har fallit i striden!
Jonathan ligger slagen på dina höjder.
26. Jag sörjer dig, min broder Jonathan,
du var mig mycket kär
din kärlek mer för mig än kvinnors
27. Se, dina hjältar har fallit,
dina vapen har krossats!

I had collected all my silverish items.

Some would say that you can not rhyme on silver,

I think they should try with chilver.

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Get some sweet violence here!

I will recomend that you play this as loud as one can

(and masturbate to the second video without considering what the neighbours might think).

Ths is the best little thing I've heard for many many days.

Oh, how i wish there were more songs by this little fox.

Just when my respect for mankind and my trust in sanity was starting to grow strong; this video came along as a reminder.

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Not apropriate for boys and girls under 18, nor the sensitive mass of ya'll.

                  

 

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Something to ease the pain of the winds who are tearing us apart.

Here you can taste it.

This path leads to all of it.

What is lacking and dreams of the future

Oh dear ones, homelessness is really getting old by now.
I miss how my life used to be, only two months ago.
The days where I would wake up on Ronalds right side.
We would cook breakfasts for eachother, shower together, our bodies intertwined all day long.
The other week, I was at a party when a boy told me, that Allah never gives us more then we can handle.
Now, this might just be the biggest lie I've heard, in my entire life! You can ofcourse replace Allah with the name god, life or destiny. Nonë of it will change the fact that this mess is too much for anyone to handle.
I do understand, that you might be reading this and thinking that I'm an oversharing bastard, who should focus on better things in life and stop this whining.
But please, understand that there is a part of me that is lacking.
I wake up everyday with my bed empty, as a reminder of that he's not there. Then the rest of my day is filled with thoughts about him, the feeling of loneliness and small reminders of his absence.
There are small things that helps though; getting drunk as a cucumber, masturbating for hours, blow, sleeping the time away and pretending to be together over skype.
Please, note that I will not be well untill Ronald is back in Scandinavia.
Here is one of my tricks to make everything feel worse: Listen to the music we use to make love, hug for hours and do all kind of things to.

The Years (Full EP Stream) from Memoryhouse on Vimeo.

Hopefully, these feelings of apathy for the world around me and the greif over my present life, will all be over in some months. I'm putting most of the things in my life at stake and hope that my actions in the near future, will put an end to this.



"SYNOPSIS: Letters from Chantal Akerman’s mother are read over a series of elegantly composed shots of 1976 New York, where our (unseen) filmmaker and protagonist has relocated. Akerman’s unforgettable time capsule of the city is also a gorgeous meditation on urban alienation and personal and familial disconnection."

If anyone of you kittens have some of her other films. Please let me know!

Aki Onda