Wednesday, August 27, 2003
I'm hearing voices, calling me-"Come and play, come and play"-they say, "Come join us in the snow, float in the mist, lose your way back home. Jump up and down, turn around, fall to the floor, crack your head against the rocks". I look for people, there's no-one there, just a thousand snow-angels on the floor where a thousand people have died before.
What I wish I was reading today: Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
What I am reading today: Norwegian newspapers.
What I wish I was reading today: Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
What I am reading today: Norwegian newspapers.
Sunday, August 24, 2003
so, the middle of august came and went, and i must have missed all your emails.
is there any real point to typing thoughts that only i will read? isn't it more efficient just to keep them exactly where they are, where, again, only i can read them?
but hey, maybe the administrators of this site are occasionally reading this...maybe they have somethng to monitor whatever is being written...so if i write..."OSAMA, i will meet you under the bridge on 32nd street to discuss our PLANS for the next huge BOMBING CAMPAIGN on AMERICAN LANDMARKS...oh, and i think that SADDAM will be turning up too, he has an idea for a CONSPIRICY to OVERTHROW the PRESIDENT"...maybe then, my page will be read by someone.
maybe someone important, at that..?
"you ask for a miracle, i give you the FBI..."
last night i saw an angel.
he/she (they are very difficult to tell apart. what do you do, ask them to lift up their gown?) told me not to worry.
i told him/her that i wasn't worried, and that i didn't realise that there was anything to not-worry about. did i need to be worried in the first place?
so then i started worrying that something was going on that i didn't know about.
those angels.
mischevious little buggers.
is there any real point to typing thoughts that only i will read? isn't it more efficient just to keep them exactly where they are, where, again, only i can read them?
but hey, maybe the administrators of this site are occasionally reading this...maybe they have somethng to monitor whatever is being written...so if i write..."OSAMA, i will meet you under the bridge on 32nd street to discuss our PLANS for the next huge BOMBING CAMPAIGN on AMERICAN LANDMARKS...oh, and i think that SADDAM will be turning up too, he has an idea for a CONSPIRICY to OVERTHROW the PRESIDENT"...maybe then, my page will be read by someone.
maybe someone important, at that..?
"you ask for a miracle, i give you the FBI..."
last night i saw an angel.
he/she (they are very difficult to tell apart. what do you do, ask them to lift up their gown?) told me not to worry.
i told him/her that i wasn't worried, and that i didn't realise that there was anything to not-worry about. did i need to be worried in the first place?
so then i started worrying that something was going on that i didn't know about.
those angels.
mischevious little buggers.
