søndag 22. mai 2011
fredag 20. mai 2011
tirsdag 26. april 2011
Noen ganger
syns jeg at folk i Norge oppfører seg som bortskjemte drittunger. Derfor en stor, stor tommel opp for Per Fugelli og Den norske klagemuren, som sier det som mange tenker eller burde tenke.
Og ja, det er han med de fine sløyfene. Tommel opp for det óg.
Og ja, det er han med de fine sløyfene. Tommel opp for det óg.
lørdag 16. april 2011
onsdag 13. april 2011
Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
mandag 11. april 2011
Dilla på hemmelige søstre
Fine kjoler, fine stemmer og jeg har dilla på country. Country og Fot I Hose, what a combination!
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