I'm mad in love with a young man, who has craze about me too
4 years ago
Friday 21 August 2009
Love Letter
I'm mad in love with a young man, who has craze about me too
we kiss all day and all through the night if I wake and we are apart my mouth feels dry
I thirst for the kiss, he has big fat lips,
I relax and let it go
my head dangles like a puppet when my womb bangs heavy
it is on fire
He rides when he walks, he is silent when I talk
I sleep when he watches, I can not get him off my sight
He whispers when he is near, I just sit and stare
When waiting for bad luck to arrive, he winks it off from the corner of his eye
I sigh I feel safe, when he leaves I brake, just in front of him for a minute
So he knows I am all his, so he know I care
We drink wine and fall drunk asleep, so true my love my heart my hand
Old man has fears, I get old, he holds me tight
Young man has brave, I get young, he knows me well
Monday 19 January 2009
rigorous fika
"Fika, a social institution in Sweden, is both verb and noun in Swedish and has a broad definition. Essentially, it refers to a break from one's activities in order to drink coffee or other drinks with friends, family or acquaintances. This tradition of a coffee break with a snack is central to Swedish culture, and Swedes are one of the world's top coffee consumers.
In northern Sweden and some rural areas, fika may mean coffee without any treats: Ta en kopp fika ("Have a cup of coffee")"
In rural part of Swedeland,
In the North,
the treat of "fika" is the actual bitter taste without the sweet sensation.
The rural ones, do not even taste sweet words without an urging feel of ice cracking emotional outbreak
What work would be done and what roles would we play rolling around covered with sugar and cinnamon all over?
We be spoilt and think life's nothing but a sweet treat
and a conversation could just be lighthearted as the southern city indwelled ones and therefor every word tasted and used, might not any longer have a true meaning.
The whole rigorious mood that is set for the people who lives clingingly close to the artic circle would have to change.
Instead we incorporate birch-tree-sap for refreshement
and stroke the sweethearts(sötnos)nose with the back of the hand,
or more likely the back of the fingers
since the palm is often too rough from hard work,
This grand action shows real emotion
and a bond has been made
A bond that could last a whole lifetime if the village is rural enough
.
A fika can be carried out at a cafe, in the workplace, outdoors or at home. Fika generally involves coffee, but drinking tea is also common. Children may elect to drink juice, milk or similar beverages. Snacks such as pastries, biscuits or sandwiches are also common.
Many Swedish workplaces have institutionalized morning and afternoon coffee, but fika is not just a break from work. It is also a casual social gathering." (WIKIPEDIA)
In northern Sweden and some rural areas, fika may mean coffee without any treats: Ta en kopp fika ("Have a cup of coffee")"
In rural part of Swedeland,
In the North,
the treat of "fika" is the actual bitter taste without the sweet sensation.
The rural ones, do not even taste sweet words without an urging feel of ice cracking emotional outbreak
What work would be done and what roles would we play rolling around covered with sugar and cinnamon all over?
We be spoilt and think life's nothing but a sweet treat
and a conversation could just be lighthearted as the southern city indwelled ones and therefor every word tasted and used, might not any longer have a true meaning.
The whole rigorious mood that is set for the people who lives clingingly close to the artic circle would have to change.
Instead we incorporate birch-tree-sap for refreshement
and stroke the sweethearts(sötnos)nose with the back of the hand,
or more likely the back of the fingers
since the palm is often too rough from hard work,
This grand action shows real emotion
and a bond has been made
A bond that could last a whole lifetime if the village is rural enough
.
Monday 12 January 2009
Lost in recession
Karatekiddo...you´re screwed
today is the first day , besides the other first illfitted days not counted,
to show how a job don´t come easy
I once worked as a builder
i can tile, I can tear down the walls
I sure can weld too..
I wanna a job
I wanna build a submarine
Not to war with
but to raw with,
we have no water in shanty town, where I have house living at
there's planty of water outside, splaching coldly out from the gutter
as our taps and toilets run dry
Buster sent me this Picture
and I love it
She is me on my good day
On a not so good day
She is my heroin
And she has got a job
A serious one
I got a little blowtorch
today is the first day , besides the other first illfitted days not counted,
to show how a job don´t come easy
I once worked as a builder
i can tile, I can tear down the walls
I sure can weld too..
I wanna a job
I wanna build a submarine
Not to war with
but to raw with,
we have no water in shanty town, where I have house living at
there's planty of water outside, splaching coldly out from the gutter
as our taps and toilets run dry
Buster sent me this Picture
and I love it
She is me on my good day
On a not so good day
She is my heroin
And she has got a job
A serious one
I got a little blowtorch
Sunday 4 January 2009
people are personal always check their out of date as well as the terminal you are flying from.
Current mood: adored <3
christ is time for merry kisssmess
this time of year i always get confused on who not to kiss and who to kiss
Shall i kiss the one I miss
though He ain't there
I must kiss the one I don't miss since He is present
I did once to try and now i can't stop
and the missing of the kissing has gone
My mouth has turned to a constant pout for more more and more
as mouths can do when lips turn into a constant feed somehow
(in bugsy malone, ganster man's his mouth turned into the shape of an oyster my man told me I must see it again to get the real pitty started)
from pitty to acceptance to love
it is the love or at least acceptance time of year and people is dangling on the edge of emotion
big time
huffing scuffing bitches and evil men shouting
or drunken kisses of the public offenders
we all are
I tried to help with some gingerbread latte the girl in the union jack dress crosseyed from too much drugintake high as the heels she was trying to take on west end in
her two lady friends where trying to support her while they where gurning away on the inside of there cheeks
keep the christmas spirit high was their motive
Then missed my flight that was gonna take me to my homeland way too early this morning
the not helping heathrowian airline people saw my stress and gathered force to make me cry
which i did a lot of
a river of tired tears as i hated people through the dim vision
ooooh i cried so much their manager had to come and help me get words out instead of stuttering: st o o o c k k k h h h o o l l m mmmm
the e en the fooorr r r e e e v v e e r t t t rai i i n u u u p n n n n or r t h
the thought of being stuck in the town of Grey made me wanna move back into my mothers womb for to never leave again
with todays technology i could still communicate and make songs to record from in there
lucklily i was rescued by a gentleman whom so greatly booked another ticket for me
(and saved the world for I was going to plant stink bombs full of gastric urin rat piss, hound dogs peewee hermans squashed vocals mixed with casting agents perverted dreams on how to commercialise EVERYTHING possible foamy top would be old cocks and hens dangly neck bits...
The potion would have been lethal for the christmas spirit and everyone would have instantly quit shopping freneticly and the worlds engines would stop for a bit just so everyone could take a break to hold their breath for the ghastly stink bomb)
back to the kissing,
I felt so happy I kissed the gentleman over and over and over and over again till the day stopped and it got dark and he had to go and i had to write down the christmas tale of today
My Papa wasn't too happy
He hoped I haven't placed myself in debt to a man
Papa hates debts.
So do I
He don't like many men either
But I so do
Gentlemen are few these days
Damsels are forever in need of sweet show care from brave goofs
Gentlemen needs kisses like mountaintops needs snow to be looked up to
Snow
high sugar
here I come
Currently listening
I wanna Know
By: Sugar Pie Desanto
christ is time for merry kisssmess
this time of year i always get confused on who not to kiss and who to kiss
Shall i kiss the one I miss
though He ain't there
I must kiss the one I don't miss since He is present
I did once to try and now i can't stop
and the missing of the kissing has gone
My mouth has turned to a constant pout for more more and more
as mouths can do when lips turn into a constant feed somehow
(in bugsy malone, ganster man's his mouth turned into the shape of an oyster my man told me I must see it again to get the real pitty started)
from pitty to acceptance to love
it is the love or at least acceptance time of year and people is dangling on the edge of emotion
big time
huffing scuffing bitches and evil men shouting
or drunken kisses of the public offenders
we all are
I tried to help with some gingerbread latte the girl in the union jack dress crosseyed from too much drugintake high as the heels she was trying to take on west end in
her two lady friends where trying to support her while they where gurning away on the inside of there cheeks
keep the christmas spirit high was their motive
Then missed my flight that was gonna take me to my homeland way too early this morning
the not helping heathrowian airline people saw my stress and gathered force to make me cry
which i did a lot of
a river of tired tears as i hated people through the dim vision
ooooh i cried so much their manager had to come and help me get words out instead of stuttering: st o o o c k k k h h h o o l l m mmmm
the e en the fooorr r r e e e v v e e r t t t rai i i n u u u p n n n n or r t h
the thought of being stuck in the town of Grey made me wanna move back into my mothers womb for to never leave again
with todays technology i could still communicate and make songs to record from in there
lucklily i was rescued by a gentleman whom so greatly booked another ticket for me
(and saved the world for I was going to plant stink bombs full of gastric urin rat piss, hound dogs peewee hermans squashed vocals mixed with casting agents perverted dreams on how to commercialise EVERYTHING possible foamy top would be old cocks and hens dangly neck bits...
The potion would have been lethal for the christmas spirit and everyone would have instantly quit shopping freneticly and the worlds engines would stop for a bit just so everyone could take a break to hold their breath for the ghastly stink bomb)
back to the kissing,
I felt so happy I kissed the gentleman over and over and over and over again till the day stopped and it got dark and he had to go and i had to write down the christmas tale of today
My Papa wasn't too happy
He hoped I haven't placed myself in debt to a man
Papa hates debts.
So do I
He don't like many men either
But I so do
Gentlemen are few these days
Damsels are forever in need of sweet show care from brave goofs
Gentlemen needs kisses like mountaintops needs snow to be looked up to
Snow
high sugar
here I come
Currently listening
I wanna Know
By: Sugar Pie Desanto
Friday 2 January 2009
Dear Diary of Boredom...
gee wizz
The new year spat in my face at 6am
But it was nice clean spit
like laplandic punkkid party trick spit sort of
similar to lemon icecream with liqurice ripple
& with a greeting all the way from n.y
I felt sick at first but widened my smile for the cause of the Fantomen
& Alabama
(Golly
I miss those ladies
We have a quartett with Mr.Cc
We play balls when we come together
But it ain't no fotball team. )
The bacterias of last year are still clinging on
but I went out and cooled them off
It is -26 degrees C here today
I have become a weakling
Beacuse I am just not used to it anymore
If I misbehave and fail I will go to icehell I figure
My sister knows a family that have named their children after temperature meizurements
One is called Jan Fahrenheit
& his sister is called Celsius something
They got another sibling too
but my sister couldn..t remember what that one was called
Here my hair gets witchy frosty whenever I venture out for a walk
Then my joints freeze and my toes feels external from my body
My eyelashes stick my eyes together with little icedrops from the tears that well up from the shocking cold
& highpitch voiced I wish for hot fire..
So I stay in and watch Flash Gordon on tv instead
Flash Gordon is trying to save the Ice Queen in Falgeria (oh I..m not sure her Queen/kingdom is called like that?)
& Mother has a secret lover
I spotted him the sweet shop in the village where Mother lives
I could tell from far that the man had a good eye for Mother since he started growing eyes in his neck as he picked sweets for his evening treats
(I spy with my sifty eye)
I sifted all other details away and awaited the moment he turned around with a big surprised looking smile to greet her
Mother purred for a bit, then we left & I knew something sweet was cooking at Mother's
That was mighty interesting
After a whole nights interrogation & a whole bottle of wine Mother finally confessed...something
I swore to secrecy..
I have realised how bored this holidaying is
Got so much to do instead of just eating chocolates
Like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland
I got to find oncoming income
And other things to sort out
Worldly stuff
Worldly troubles as ..Karlsson på taket.. says
An Astrid Lindgren caracter, a sort of fable sibling to
Pippi Långstrump(the worlds..strongest girl)
Anyway. That kind that makes my head spin and limbs twitch nervous
Im heading back to my lover
he has written to me
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