the sun smells too loud.: august 2009

25.08.2009

CLOUDS UP

head heavy. throat sore. sight blurred. voice cracked.

there's nothing good on tv.

foto//triva

06.08.2009

03.08.2009

I CUT LIKE A BUFFALO

people like you just fuel my fire.

foto//privat

01.08.2009

MIRACLE

jeg har det bra nå.
i morgen skal jeg ingenting.
oh, i'm hanging high.
grapefruit moon.
skje.
legge seg?
nei.
skal se film alene.
blir fint.
ronja.

foto//privat

"everyone dated the demise of our neighborhood from the suicides of the lisbon girls. people saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms and harsh sunlight. some thought the torture tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them: so full of flaws. but the only thing we are certain of after all these years is the insufficiency of explenation.

[...]

it didnt matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls. but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling; still do not hear us, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together."

the sun smells too loud.

25.08.2009

CLOUDS UP

06.08.2009

RE:STACKS

03.08.2009

I CUT LIKE A BUFFALO

01.08.2009

MIRACLE

och jag.

stalkers

the last page