Ran again

Caunting to 10, I never learn how to come to the magic nr one hundret, I just run, round and round, loosing pound after pound, reaching the magic nr zeeroo, thus is so last decade. But I love to live in my past, I hav a blast. Learning something new everyday, I wake up and suddenly I'm not gay.
Don't take this for granted, I'm just playing charecters, I love to play clarence, I wonder why, mostley because he's so cool.

But playing me is the best, 'cause I love me as I failed my test. The school one, the one that kept me out of univeristy. Soo I need some charity, or more lessons. Religion, who the fukc cares, just nossens, I am god, point...

Sewing

My pockets toogether, I solved my mistery , I found my messery. With shades on, I say tell my world, I'm going out for a vintage blur, shades on, I am upp on. A dream dream dream.

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olive green

My next life, make me into a tree, an olive tree please, so I can grow forever, and produce nice olives. Strange boy, beautuful tree, maybe we can be three. As in 1 2 3.
In my book it takes three too tango. But my book is very silly, and young. Trying too be forever young in the mind, makes one very blind.

Or maybe a cow, so I can be lazy and grow paunds, eating grass I loved too do, but now days I just chew on my shoe, like chicha bella my old dog, or cuba another dog.

But make me a star, so I can burn forever until I hit this world. And maybe create a new world, so we all can curl. Into a feedus, and start from size zeroo.
A fresh start for this world can only be good.


Slash your dearest god
Einar in sane.

Stopp

Haunting me, I stopped smoking, no I'm not joking. Replaced my smoke with choke, running and tears. I replaced alcohol with rain dears. God I miss my smokes, I'd rather die of a coconut falling on my head, then smoke, choking me to death. I'd rather die in a lanvin the alcohol changing my age. I'd rather dance with you, then talk with you.
Rather, instead, I'm going too bed.


I feel empty as a blank book, wondering what too cook, fish or dear. Food, is something I fear, but
only when I am silly in my head. C'ause if I don't eat I become dead. My soul is alive, my sould is inside. A nightmare before summer, called spring. Ca CHING MONEY !!!!

Want back

Escaping too a paradise as far as the other side of the world, it is hard. Especially when my cash is in the form as a card. Abtract money is not my thing, I want cash. I colour my lashes dark, so I can manipulate with some chark, on the board. As in "I am so fucking bored". My world is infront of me, and I'm blind as a bat, feel like a cat. A boat stuck on seasure.
I make it threw the day running around, feeling way too proud. Writing the same words as I did yesterday. Nobody know's me, cause I change every second. I don't get silver, I am gold.
Never well I be sold, cause I'm no prostitute.

Btw, i saw a very good movie called "whatever lola wants". I love'd it, my taste in movies is too trust, "like a spoon, that never rust's"-Me



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Trying

Too be normal, following norms as a robot. I guess that is what life is, puppet with out a string, feels like a just got stuck by a queen bee. But "like" your now, I always wonder how... Being a slave too misery, too "bad" feelings and then the good ones. Like soetimes I am a slave too mydear freind "peliflume", or Paulina. It's ok too be a slave, as long as you can handle your self.
I am very hard too handle, or used too be, new day. A new say, rimes, just sqezze like slime threw my brain. I alway's never complain. Just when I reach the bottom of my C, the feeling i never wanted too feel nor see. So I toss thus feeling away, on stones and walls. I kick and I box, like a child.

I am wild, the only person who can handle me is actually me.



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Tierdy

Ran threw my day
Feeling not yellow, but grey
Grey is neutral
Always feeling beautiful
sick of all my writings
Sick of all my paintings

Sick of the fake
Miss the snow flake

Don't miss nothing
Just something

I have it all
The world is small
The world is mine
Soon I count 2 nine

Fall asleep, waking up not once
But 21 nons
Ens vill be, the essenes of bee
I make no sence
Because I jump over the fence.




grass was greensummer I Sea, a big C.

Hi

Writing on papper is too broing, they say it makes me less crazy, but I'm just way too lazy. You know, Im still sometimes a baby, never listen too what wise people have too say, I just play grey.
A game I hate too play, but. No buts I say, ´cause I'm too sunburned to do what people, society want's me 2 do. I am not a robot, I'm acutually human (with out strings), one who is word blind, spells very pure. But one thing is for sure, I am always right, I win with out any "big" fight. I am too light, I am too brown, I am too purpple, too indigo. Just a big fucking rainbow. And I never use that "f " word.

I am a lier, a devil and I smoke cheap levels.

Smoking is so last decade, and still I countinue my bad habbits. I am a snake not a rabbit. I habbit

Metaphors I love, they are build up in a mind as smal as cleopatras pearls. I love second hand fur, and my mind i sometimes a big blur.
Welcome 2 my world, good night, sleep tight. Follow the yellow brick road, follow the feeling, follow me.

Time for a paradigm shift, it's all happening, true romance, the alchemist. Lawnce decides too live-
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Back

On my tracks, have been hiding, looking way too far back, all the way from year 1989, when life was like sun shine. But turned into hell, and now my head, it rang a bell. Looking back is being slave, looking now is being present, looking forward is paradise. I never lie. only when I feel pale, when I sit in "jail".
Being slave 2 my devil used too be hard, 'cause nobody teaches me 2 be grown up, only me.
So I turn twenty one. An I feel like I came on place nr 1.



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