New month on my venture! A new start, new possibilities, same old tight schedule I keep flowing. Seems like 100words finally caught up to the correct mount of days this month as well, hehe, looks good, no more posting about yesterday for now. I'm listening to Dido atm, trying to get some work done on my webdesign course, one that I have been constantly shoving down the drain the past few weeks catching the falling raindrops, trying to keep all my projects in good life, it is good life, it's going GREAT. So great I lose count of letters, over and over.

Just a second, let me write this second. How much you reckon, time, into this. Life is an ignorance, bliss, be thankful we exist, the christmas spirit wishes me all good and I'm dismissed. From my common greyer life, only lies and sacrifice, but today, I found my way, trying to write verses while listening to Didos latest portray. Of the world good and bad, the world band so good, while all I like to do is just eat food food. I suppose this has no rythem, the swift lines that I mime, trying to write and listen combined.

Third, word, swift beat in the background. Feels like my life is slowly running back now. Music is all life, all reality flows twice, we life by the cycle, cycle in mile tolls, tools to control, widow your souls, windows with holes, we lose our console. Consort to the fort, a world to distort, you can read this if you want, or record it to one port. I'm short on pocket change, some presents out of range, in the present I remain, nother lesson in this game, this game called life. Life, add a little echo, settle down, settle.

Swift like a flower pettle, run forth to the forth, girth of rebirth, force of restorth. I don't live in the past, like my present at last, put a bet for the future, a pet to institute you, settle by the flute too. Live like an echo in the mood you. Flow with control, old covered soul, a roll to let go, and slow down your stroll. Patroll for fair ghosts, gauge them with ash, fire burns inside, a rise by your stash. And. And I write. I write. Bring it back to me! Right. Right. Right. Left for destination.

Happy Friday! The day started with minor delay, waking up at eight too late to my total dismay. The digits on display on my alarmclock docked in bay, a sock just blocks my way to my chair with clothlike clay. Shocking shuffles play on my radio they say "Swift leaves fall it feels like May" though its winter weather. Hey! I'm scorched from intense heat, I can feel every heartbeat. Open window wide to get air inside before I my defied room leave. Then come back when night breathes free, to my bed when dark sweep in at three. Been a rainy day, so to my great dismay, my roam is soaked like the sea. Wee.

It feels like I woke up, a little bit too late. Is this really destiny, or is this really fate? Since those two are both the same, I shouldn't need to contemplate. But still I still I do, do, do I, and you?

Was it wasted? The scribbles on the wall, I remember just a few of them, not many at all. All the depths I ponder, the wisdom that did fall. Away from my brain, memory lane, runs astray, in my veins.

Paff nostalgia! I remember the days. Do you remember the music? Can you hear it play.

Out there jotting down the nimble beats, outcasts hopping up and down the streets, loud cats screeching for the cars that creese, the sound of light, in the soft moonlight. Back to life the juggalos and theifs, shooting, computing, earning heard days. Swiftly waves face. Extinction. Extinguishing their fires, strict, without delinction. All that I admire mounds and piles and I can't type soft since my troubles just compile. Aloft on my tradition, living like a Christian, though I'm agnostic. Illusions without narcotics. I home to home here, flows be flown beware I chose this road I tear fabric clear.

It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!
It is the eighth today, it is the eighth hurray!

Don't know what is worse
Don't know what is better
It may be best to endorse
Instead of throw confetter

Should I ride on by my horse?
Spring a rope in May
Or hope that I may be formost
Sometime . . . someday

Now, I'm not optimistic and clearly unpascifistic but I fly like a wingless eagle that falls down. You know I've been missing somewhere out on the pacific if I don't float on waves, if you can't find me around. Somewhere, out there, where the air is blue and they linger tall and I take a shower by the waterfalls.

The day started just like any other day. Darkness sweeping over the clear world to portray, destiny. A leaf of sound pounding through the streets of bounds, bouncing out of walls in my town, screaming loader and loader. Passing by my window screeching, pastors playing teachers preaching stay portraying bleacher peaking ONE dull visitor and none above. What is it with this grey world, show me some love.

Come back and I'll see you later, don't wait for the instigator. He wakes up at nine and comes down at ten, and since the day is early he might sleep again.

Rise and shine, all you sleepy minds, unwind your climbed crimes and find your felon fines! Align your needed lines to rerun like needle bum and START THE SOUND BECAUSE I FEEL SO DOWN! But now I'm up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Get up and go incase rain or snow might try to block our gate, don't stay awake too late, be up well before eight to wash your licensplates and replace laced toothpaste with new phase lazor train rails and FREEZE THE PHRASE! Okay.

I woke up early today, just like I'm supposed to.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, big mistake.
I woke up two ours later, two signals from my alarmclock.
And this time I was truly wide awake.
It just took me seconds to step out of bed.
To get dressed and to go downstairs.
To see myself and wet my hair.
And eat a fast breakfeast despite no aptite.
Then I took a walk with my mother again.
A quick one out in the pouring rain.
We walked for a few thousand meters.
And then we stepped ...

Thirteen, bad luck day, but it felt much better than usual. I woke up tired, sore red eyes, dragged my way out for the morning walk, but it slowly woke me back to life and I spent a few hours by my loyal screen not too tiredly before the great event. Big great event Christmas party over at my cousin Davids house. They're religious, so it's not a party party, not that I ever go to party parties anyhow, just so you know. We played games, ate more than our poorly nutured digestive systems should, yummy, spoke, laughed -

- whimsied around high on the festivity. Then came the time for farwell, too early, but still welltimed. A movie I had previously only seen on the small screen was now coming to the local sixth channel, subbed in Swedish for a change, all the way from Thailand. A low budget professional highly devotional martial arts movie with the new Bruce Lee. I ran up, switched the TV on and stayed there a few hours. Felt like I had stayed awake a bit past the border of no return, headache to come the day after.

Wake up early, with the room dark ass darkness. Can't hear nothing, no trains, no dogs barking. Hesitant to go up because the room is cold as hell, but it seems I kicked away my blanked to I might as well.

Typing a bit clumsily, typos fill my next. I go back and fix my errors, can you guess what happens next? Accidentally select all, and start typing without thinking. Now I'm back to the beggining, just a little more awake, blinking.

Back in NineteenEightyTwo I wasn't much older than you, infact I didn't exist, and it left me confused!

But now I feel infused. Lose and gripped with choice. Swift and full of tunes, with a lot of inspiration to let lose in my hollow fumes. Hear my suddle voice.

So loosen up America, and all the other worlds! It's about time that we started partying in the hysteria that you're worth fur. Don't say I am unkind and unjust, I am just as kind and just as I must, and now I feel like dancing, so PUMP PUMP PUMP it up! Lets go now. Lets move to the staggering from that us follows, home.

... back into the house.
I've gotten lots done, but still not what I must.
I know I must do it, so thus I trust.
That before the end of day I will without delay.
Get it done, quickly, fast, efficiantly.
And since this is posted the day after.
Just filling in the message I started.
I know tI feel so much better.
Now that I did what I must do.
Woot Yeah Woohoo! I got through. :)

The tulls of lulls, The claim of fame
The grasp of laugh, The laws of mime
The time has come, Time time is here

Too many people, swarming inside the too warm warehouse Åhlens in mid city, packed full with way too many products and decorations keeping frequently carefully prepacked items out of our view. My and my Buddy bear were there, watched the great movie Die Welle (I think that's how it's spelled) straight from Germany, subtitles only, but it was a great movie, heavy, intense and wellfilmed. Hollywood can't make things like this anymore, they've lost touch, only the small scale companies ever dare produce pure reality. Even better, they started playing the wrong movie at start, we got free tickets! Yay

Mmm, chocolate chip cookies, the scent floats around in my dreams, as I wake up it is replaced by the cold morning air. No chocolate chip cookies here. However, the fragrant smell of roses rise from downstairs, roses smell funny. I was walking in the garden when I saw a little bunny, it looked hungry so I thought I'd fill it's tummy. WITH LED! HAHAHA! And that's about when dreams popped out of my head, and I jumped out of bed, three hours later than the previous time implied. My dreams are twisted, as are the grey cloudy skies.

Oooh, Christmas is so close now! I can smell it as it bows outside my doorstep, perpared for all that may be, all the sights that it clearly might see. And I remember, all the great Christmasses in the past, all the great times that flew away so fast, all the great times that we wish could last, forever. And it brings me down a bit, I get a little sad, remembering all of the good things we have had. Not all that we can have, not all the joys that THIS christmas will bring, with lots of gift and songs to sing and bling bling on the Christmas tree!

We left for Östersund this morning and arrived later that day, the sky was dark even though it was more than five hours away, from bedtime. The snow was falling down piling up on covered ground, there was ice at certain places but the snow had already piled high. There were clouds in the sky, snowflakes falling flying by, and we jumped into the car and rode away in the night. I raced cars with Davids son, happy though I never one, we ate soup for dinner and then, the first night far from home begun. Alright.

First we went to go get a bath, but all we met was the commoners wrath, see the bath place was really close, since people their trash had so viably disposed. Then we tried to go bowling, but after the car had stop rolling, we realized that the bowling was closed to, so after some further ado. We tried to find some skiing shoes for me, but they were ALL too small see, we ended up climbing a tower, sliding down hill, a lucid cosplay of power that never will, fail, in making the even most stale day yayable inplay.

I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! I just can not WAIT! Though it was a bit depressing leaving Österund, snow, brother.

Woah! Yay! It's Christmas! I'm not sure if I should be here writing anything at all, most probably I should be offline spending time together with my family playing games and experiencing the reunions of Christmas all over again, but I will do that, later this evening. Now it's morning and I can't seem to keep myself from being online a little, wrap a few gifts to the cradle, some websites in the middle, saddles that can't grow stale by the rifts that we rail and rise to the skies like the holy grail imagine. My mind flows out of bounds just little.

Too cartel to be well. Too click to be slick. To hell to be heaven. Too eight to be seven. Too late to be leavin. To simple to be being. To airy to be breathin. So fear me when I see him.

We walk around this block two times. Moonlight shines. Church clock chimes. He falls down with a glock behind. Pieces of mind sprayed. Now peace in mind, graves. Gravestones, tombstones, cementaries, fear.

Demons and ghouls be floating over here. Whispering to me as the dawn draws near, yet the sunshine has only settled. And christmas still is here.

Some days it feels like I get exactly nothing done at all, some days I feel like doing much and end up doing nothing at all, some days I end up doing much and still making it seem l've done nothing at all. Maybe this is due to the fact that I actually prioratize watching full length movies infront of other assignments and lines of life? Movies are important to me, and I like watching them, and I feel like each movie watched in an achievement in itself, but in the end it counts for nothing ...

... I know this, and still I keep watching movies, every movie they show on TV that I haven't seen already and missed feels like a loss, a missuse of my time, yet it's the other way around. I watched five movies yesterday, and I'll be watching the same amount at the least today. Great thing about Christmas is they show so many great movies, less great is my obsession. Anyhow, I feel like if I actually do have something more important to focus life on this need will go away, I don't, the closer we get to perfect simplification, the harder.

The sun is shining! The birds are singing! The flames are rising! Their evil minions! The ministry of fate sais, they choose to retire. No need to comtemplate less, the fire rises higher. The blue sky so clear! The clouds in the air! The moon still up there! Adistant to our atmosphere! The ground is tearing! Screams are all we be hearing! In our dreams the demons sharing! Our blood or life our future! There can be no substitute, for Meth, no more, no less. There will be no reboot, I insist, I confessed, for I am blessed. We (f)all.

The end of the year is slowly drawing near. What have I found in my heart? Regret? Fear? A little bit of all, I feel the world is small, I feel that I am large and leave big footsteps where I walk. Footsteps that people see and say "Whoo, that foots fits me", and they slowly dig down the edges and form a pond in it's round seat. And I just eat and eat, and walk around and complaint that meat, drains the energy of this earth, as I just live for all I'm worth. With a little bit of vision, no religion registered christian, waiting for that lifechanging event.

This is the place, the place to phrase and vent. The place to complain about this new president, that took the throne with storm, of yes a legend was born, but yo a new one is coming so keep the holy seat warm. From this earth we are torn, one after one, and to this earth we are born, and then our life begun. And now comes the new year, a new world, new ideas and thoughts that swirl. Hope rises like a yellow bird, and it sails and it sails, and the sun sets, and it sails and sits stale, and it still flies yet, but as the new year grows old the yellow bird grows white as snow and it blends into the sky, and the bird I still see? Nope.

A new year is soon here! I'll be awake late today, far after midnight, staying awake until the dawns early light, and another day once more, just like last years waking for, the hopes and visions, the ideas and inquisitions, questions, semifrequen potent depressions. I watch movies, read books, watch fireworks of the hook, run outside and free my mind and sweep in the gunpowder fumes I find. I can't wait for the lights and the explosions and the bangs and things that go BOOM! This year I won't just be watching, from my Room. It was a great year.