Freedom

Freedom
©2010

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Flower for power





French for a bench
Glasses for bashes


grass was green
Spring Ive seen





Dash for cash

Ash with mash

Who know's

Only GOd's

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

2 day


I went into a game
manana I feel my peice

2 night I win my fight

Found my jacket and a shirt
filled with flower

Hidden in me

grass was green
Spring Ive seen

The spider the bites
I vacumed up tight


confused

Is just a muse
a blog we all call
A wife in a box
A man who never stop's the talk

Trubble trubble
but my line, it's always be hind
Open 2 gropen

Shopping in the mess
Makes us stress

grass was green
Spring Ive seen

Thursday I where flowers
2 get back my power

the meeting is delayed
As we play

Call me lawnce
manana Hi hi
Twii twii


Monday, March 22, 2010

Planning


A fast gallery in Malmö
In a week or 2
Just for me and you
but nobodys free
So give me a C

A sea full of treasures
A bitch that cannot messure

So c you their, or b a sqaure


grass was green
Spring Ive seen
A fast gallery in Malmö
In a week or 2
Just for me and you
but nobodys free
So give me a C

A sea full of treasures
A bitch that cannot messure

So c you their, or b a sqaure

I know litle of sport
So here's a port


Music I love, here is something from above

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grass was green
Spring Ive seen

Summer, when I want.



2 day I finished my meetings
Ate mcdonalds 4 breakfast
Bougt glasses for next day

knäckebröd and sill for dinner
With a mexican fishfinger

And Bj's 4 dessert



Now I am full as a house
Some power yoga 2 get me down.

Here are some greetings


grass was green
Spring Ive seen

Sunday, March 21, 2010




Just woke up from the day






grass was green
Spring Ive seen

project



Is closing

misses the heat
Where is tripple g?

grass was green

grass was green


Spring Ive seen

Longing 2 c

Just came home from the big city, funny living so far, it makes me pretty. The walks.



Today with a new smile on my face, I go to the eye doctor, they poke me in the eys, until I cry ice. Not really, but I love exaggerating, makes my story nice, and feeds me with rice.

">2 night I c the fox in the box, a movie I'd been longing 2 see.