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Daughter - “Get Lucky” (Daft Punk cover)

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:53:54 +0200

Daughter - “Get Lucky” (Daft Punk cover)

Yesterday I had a long talk with my mother about life and such...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:26:08 +0200

Yesterday I had a long talk with my mother about life and such pesky things. She made me think about a particular scene of my childhood and metaphors and reality merged. And that always leaves me in a writing mode so on the train home I wrote this. I’m not sure how much sense it makes but it made me think up an outline for a grand fantasy/selfhelp/child phycology/sci-fi novel.

In the deep ethers of my childhood stands a boy that is terrified of opening his bedroom door, terrified because he knows that he doesn’t have the right. This boy knows there is no god and no santa claus and with the same desperate certainty he knows that he doesn’t have the right to the breath that is now stuck in his throat. He has gotten out of bed because he had to, really had to, in a less severe situation he would have stayed in bed, stayed hidden and quiet. But the bad dreams or the very pressing toilet visit have forced him to this place in the darkness of his room with his sweaty hand on the handle and his heart pounding in his ears. He needs to get out. He puts an unmeasurable amount of pressure on the door handle, then waits still as the wood, a little more, waits, finding the exact amount of pressure there is needed and exactly where in the arch the door handle clicks to open, and then he let’s go. His temples are pounding as he reaches up again to repeat the ritual. He knows he can just open the door he has done it a million times in the different shades of the daylight but here in the darkness he first feels the agony of being physically unable to do the most simple thing in the world, the paralyzes that turns his body into a unwieldy mass of skin and bones and forces his mind to retreat into a state he won’t understand for another fifteen years. He doesn’t know why, he just knows that his need isn’t as great as the other sleeping people resident in the little wooden house

Yesterday at the egde of my island

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:42:39 +0200

Yesterday at the egde of my island

"I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft We have constructed pyramids in honor..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:24:37 +0200

“I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping”

- Jim Morrison - The WASP quote

For Ray Manzarek may he rest in eternal love.

All kinds of motherfucking !! This is how I look when I...

Tue, 21 May 2013 11:12:40 +0200

All kinds of motherfucking !! This is how I look when I sleep to late. I hate it, not the sleeping, just the feeling of off-ness I have right now, kinda like being the last note in a chord poorly played heavily with reverb. And I’m not fond of reverb or this feeling.

I had lunch with my dear and wise mother today. She told me to...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:40:13 +0200

I had lunch with my dear and wise mother today. She told me to kick the door and I knew exactly what she meant. Then I went back to the city and found a sunset, a little piece of the moon and sweet melancholy country tune to hear excessively until my ears start bleeding and I stop looking for her everywhere. GO COUNTRY MUSIC !¡

Leaving is the longest word I ever learned In the time it takes to say it, the whole world has turned. If a heartbeat lasts a lifetime then I’ve lived before. `cause I remember standing at this open door

Give me light!

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:01:18 +0200

Give me light!

Photo

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:02:00 +0200

Spun

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:45:54 +0200

Spun

Almost home

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:27:01 +0200

Almost home

Trancing trees

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:06:08 +0200

Trancing trees

Where the red blossoms bloom

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:54:00 +0200

Where the red blossoms bloom

Childish textures 2013

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:41:42 +0200

Childish textures 2013

The shape of a woman The inspiration is eternal in the slow...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:49:00 +0200

The shape of a woman

The inspiration is eternal in the slow curve of her hips, the rise and fall that makes men forget their way home. Awestrucked I watch her move with the grace of the falling cherry blossom forever feeling like the heavy stone compared to the ballet that is her smallest movements. Her touch is a warm fire on a moonless night and like life she grants meaning with each loving brush of her skin. Like the ancient mountains her shape is ever changing, ever lit by the sun and the stars I find new valleys to love in the lines of her, my hands tracing secret letters on her skin, writing the name of my love for all of her, the truth. That she. She is the last remnant of the devine creation to still walk this earth, that to me she is the living shape of my dreams. That where ever in the eternally expanding univers she will be I will know the beauty of her body soul and mind.

The world is different today, more solid, more connected. Like...

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:35:00 +0200

The world is different today, more solid, more connected. Like somehow all the complexities that make up our existence have become simple enough to put into words. Words in a language every living thing speaks more fluently than the tongues of nations or written words of gods. More than love or time is this true existence. This life

SQUARL!

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:20:52 +0200

SQUARL!

Brother Ali - My Beloved (Ft. Choklate & Tone Trezure) I...

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:00:18 +0200

Brother Ali - My Beloved (Ft. Choklate & Tone Trezure)

I am irrefutably in love with world. The girls buzz and the beats hammer out truth in the sunlight. What is not to love.

Hafnium is a chemical element with the symbol Hf and atomic...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:53:06 +0200

Hafnium is a chemical element with the symbol Hf and atomic number 72. Hafnium is named after Hafnia, the Latin name for “Copenhagen”, where it was discovered.

Vakili feat. Bashir Billow - Falder ikk’ for dig For du...

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:48:42 +0200

Vakili feat. Bashir Billow - Falder ikk’ for dig

For du ved jeg falder ikke for dig. Jeg daler til tops.

Photo

Fri, 17 May 2013 17:47:39 +0200