Noen gamle stykker jeg fant i skuffen:

Hyssingstumper som jeg har rasket sammen. Alt er fra facebook, tror jeg.

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uten rusmidler virker verden sugen, sint, suppegjøksk, stormannsgal, sur, sneglete, sær, skakk, sløv, sotete, stablet i hauger her og der. helt til jeg ser soloppgangen eller føler en venns omfavnelse

har jenter i håret

skal bli ridder

ble født imponert

har dusjet, føler seg som Ganesh

Stem for at vi beholder planeten vår og alle som bor her.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

‎"Livskunst – å drive med små ting på en stor måte" (Arne Næss)

ser blomster i sengen, hører kvister i trappen.

klarer ikke å huske hvor han la sjelen sin.

skal vugge rundt på havet med sekken full av croissants, turmiks type nøtter, termoste og samba.

I was born here and I'll die here against my will I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still

kom igjen, gi deg hen

Because the world is round it turns me on.

And this bag was, like, dancing with me.

står stille i fart.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

Build me a cabin in Utah, Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout, Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa," That must be what it's all about, That must be what it's all about.

And evolving from the sea would not be too much time for me to walk beside you in the sun!

We are going to the moon, that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

Dagslys ved kveldens ende Du ser bak og lar deg blende Dørene åpnes attende Ute kan du se biler brenne Kun fuglene vet hva som vil hende Og de er på himmelen.

Dagslys ved kveldens ende Du ser bak og lar deg blende Sokkelestene må vel brenne Dørene åpnes attende Deg selv kan du endelig kjenne Men for hvor lenge?

God is not dead, he is just chilling.

Marshy, boggy, miry, mucky, muddy, quaggy, sloppy, sloughy, soggy, squashy, swampy, waterlogged!!!

Some loss of reality. Time becomes meaningless.

with a voice as big as the sea

Universe of milk and ember Your hot kiss in mid December What's God's name I can't remember Through the crack-eye lovely weather

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Jonas Riise Hamre

tror Yun Einar Andersen har helt rett i at jeg i diskusjoner har for vane å kommentere diskusjonen, for så å kommentere kommentarene mine. Jeg er veldig glad i dette.