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(mann 38 år fra Oslo) to. 7 jan. 13:54 Privat melding

"My New Year Chronicle of my country condition. And how to recover"
With the Morrissey song Half A Person in a theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvAzFFScafk
I long for the summer every day !!, winter is a down period As I sit here alone at 3 am, while someone blessed jerk off party-swedish who works at Aker Brygge has sex with a Polish blonde from the Paradise Hotel. What the fuck, I do not need the blonds tonight.The only way to resolve this situation is to drink Lagavulin whiskey, and listening to Morrissey, all night.

But I love Sweden more than anything else (and Norway also) Still. They possess an indescribable and unique nerve, when it is cold and damn, it gives me a sharpness that generates such tremendous creativity.

As I said the weather could be different, people are control freaks and controlled by the gray masses, and the state. This causes panic drinking and needs for SM (which I have). The politicians are useless idiots, it was 30 min polls closed that I voted in favor of the Conservative Party Høyre in local elections in Oslo (A party that is not
a conservative party in the rest of the world).

But because there is always something to fight against, and it is actually important to my artistic soul. There is always something to hate and kicking and there are no no sun.

There are no sunlight that creates apathy and distractions such as sandy beaches, eat bananas, pick up girls on the beach, then Juke juke and siestas. So the day ended, with the only result that turned some papers. So it's the same thing tomorrow Manana, Manana.

I must see himself in the mirror each and do something dramatic. It is the only way to survive here. So you are individualistic, there are no better country to live in, it gives me incredible creative.

More to come if you continue reading this item
"Or, as author J. G. Ballard writes in "Concrete Island« unfolds. In the novel becomes a man lying next to the highway, stranded on a dead concrete place in the middle of the infernal traffic, unable to get a car to stop to help him from there."

(mann 38 år fra Oslo) to. 7 jan. 13:55 Privat melding

"Continuation"
But here I am, I listen to The Smiths »Half a Person« oh right then this is the world's best song, you ask me tomorrow it may be another song by him.

I think that no man has meant to me as much as Morrissey. »Half a Person« comes to withstand the pressure from the conformity of the small town. That one day, daring to fuck sign to all of you who suffocates you, put you on the train down to London. To finally get away from the gray to get to be a person you always dreamed of being and suck the metropolitan city's colors and flavors. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvAzFFScafk

Or, as author J. G. Ballard writes in "Concrete Island« unfolds. In the novel becomes a man lying next to the highway, stranded on a dead concrete place in the middle of the infernal traffic, unable to get a car to stop to help him from there.

There are so many lyrics of Morrissey I love. But tomorrow it can be another song by him . But this song particular sore point. Because this song is about me. It's a song about all of us who only dream made this journey, which nevertheless did not happen. The dream that existed in our head every day, yet only becomes real in nights like these and real dreams.

I sit on my couch and thinking of the night to Morrissey singing all those songs where he is permanently stuck in the old, that he does not live that way. Now he sits safely and drink coffee late while he looks over the Gulf of Mexico panorma that resembles my of a painting by John Varley.

This is while a waitress and senorita smiling seductively at him, which probably Morrissey does not want because he is gay.

It is that he wants to give me too fuck sign for to humiliate one of the fans who loved him most. Ok you win again Morrissey. I had gladly given Morrissey my body, although I am hetrosexuell if only I could talk to him for five minutes.
That is thanks from you. Ok you win again Morrissey.

Anyway, I remain in Oslo Sinsen, talking like I was living my dream. My body still moves on, I am still alive, so my dream can begin tomorrow. But it could be tomorrow if I want to.

Wish I were a blody American.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvAzFFScafk