The Last Kiss Goodnight, again

As there seems to be enough interest every 50 days for five to twenty minutes, I'll give you this:



And if you can manage that, this can be quite fubarlicious too: Luces Umbrarum.


Thank you for reading.

PS: Today is not my birthday. I have none.

I er sidst kysse afsked.

After a long quarrel with myself I decided to move on and leave this place, and therefore this is my last post.

I know, I have been strange lately considering my photos and texts and the texts in my photos, and so on. I had to. I feel therefore I am. I wasn't allowed to the first twenty years of my life, so now it all comes down on me, everything I repressed and didn't express before wants to get out. But as I understand now, there's nothing good coming from it, so I will stop with this.

It's not even interesting anymore, at least for You.

And I know You won't answer, even if You want to. It's in Your nature. Like sleeping. Alone or not.


Everyone else will know where to find me.

Enjoy this last shit. I did.






















PS: Det er Århus, ikke Arhus. See? I'm an asshole, & bang srolaïgn ôn (jeg elsker dig).

After letting some steam out into the nothingness of life, I clouded my judgment and wrote word after word not understanding a thing I said. So in light of recent events, the death of ...., I hereby declare the fight for anger to be opened upon our souls.

So, did anyone understand anything? That's when you're writing and a bunch of football fans drive horning their cars through the city after their team won. No clear thought can be reproduced then, and JOY DIVISION plays the soundtrack to it.




























More photos are here (June) and there (May). But beware, it might cripple your browser, or take a while to load.

Five days, and all I could come up with are the following five pictures.
They are just here, so I could waste some time.
I'm at zero again, and I'm fucking tired of it. If I should die due to lightning I wouldn't mind at all.

Therefore I go out now and try to find a good place for light and my stuffed animals. Take some pictures, and eventually upload them here for my viewing pleasure.

You of course are out of any questions, so bear with me and hurry up and vanish already. The sun has dried all the rainbows away you were to me, so go and fuck someone else's life.

Sorry for being so rude, but I'm in that mood, you ought to kill yourself and whatever.

I'm off now. For now.

Counting all the ways there are is taking quite some time. Even when the most important one is vanished from the surface of earth. That's the way it is, and I don't like it, but there is nothing I can do right now to change it. Except running. Every day until I'm conditioned enough to run away from here and leave my life here behind. But this takes so much anger, that my courage is only dreaming about it. And I feel like I'm writing like Tori Amos lyrics.

Have fun deciphering.

After waking up short before 8am this morning, I thought I could do the world a service and upload some pictures. (Sorry, the other service will come.)

I've never had such strange dreams, and sleep. And waking up after five hours of sleep is really uncomfortable. My clock wouldn't ring for another hour.

I'm quite irritated right now. Yesterday after running and talking and eating I went home by bike, and when I arrived, and came to me senses, I realized that I was at her backyard, and I immediately fell down. I was so perplexed, I couldn't get home for a while and had to drive and think some more. Because that was not the first time I landed there by accident, I mean, I never realize, until I am already there, and that is really strange.

And writing in the morning is not good, my thoughts are all blurred, and my dreams are still inside of me, and she's gone.

60 posts in almost two years. That's almost one every two weeks. But all the little robots (working for the search engines) know that this is not quite right. I had highs and lows, regarding the postings.

Right now I have a huge low, despite the high frequency of pictures.

More will follow later, after I ran another 20 minutes in the park. You should do it too. Ah, I forgot, you already do. You robots are quite fast.

Hello.

I managed to hold back for almost a week. Not a bad sign, and not a good one either.

Too much thoughts running around my head, wishing I was more than dead, but in the end I could be just like that thought which came around just half past ten.

Here are some strange imaginations.














More in the Archive section.

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PS: it's not made by me.