Borta med vinden

Grannen slängde ut mig från sitt nätverk och jag har fått nog av allt vad routrar heter.

Jag är offline till i Juni.
(Nej, riktigt så illa är det inte. Men ett tag framöver kommer jag vara här endast sporadiskt.)

Extended Autumn

(Fuuuuck. Jag hörde just tidningen komma för femte gången på sju dagar. Det är illa. Måste skaffa mig dygnsrytm.)

Welcome Home - Radical Face

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun. And the days blur into one.
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline,
like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass. Was never much, but we made the most.
Welcome Home.

Ships are launching from my chest. Some have names, but most do not.
If you find one, please, let me know what piece I've lost.
Peel the scars from off my back. I don't need them anymore.
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
I've come home.

All my nightmares escaped my head. Bar the door, please don't let them in.
You were never supposed to leave. Now my head's splitting at the seams.
And I don't know if I can...


Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs, press into my skin again.

Och därmed pasta

Jag vill dö, eller åtminstone sova!

Man SKA inte sitta uppe till halv två och skriva uppsats, det mår ingen bättre av. Förutom jag då faktiskt, som känner att jag faktiskt har uträttat någonting idag.

(Förutom att träffa den underbara E. Det är så mysigt att träffa gamla vänner igen!)

Ps. Rubriken säger allt om min humor kl. tiden-som-gud-glömde på morgonen.

Mitt i-landsproblem

Åh, ska det vara så svårt att hitta en radio med kasett-och/eller CD-spelare som inte ser ut som att någon kräkts?

Det säger allt.

Jag skriver Haiku
Istället för att plugga
Är jag faktiskt dum?

Det är sådana här sånger...

...som får mig att vilja bli kär.

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish I was your favourite smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something

The nicest thing - Kate Nash