Sleepless

Filip is laing completely under the quilt. He asleep, like a little high, tired angel who needs go get up to work tomorrow . I'm up. My hip joints hurts. The doctor can't tell what it is. It's been going on since I was eleven. Every join in my body aches, when I get cold for example. I never got any pills that works better then regular painkillers. Something that works on both tiredness and aching joints is CB though, so I went up. But we're out.. managed to gather enough crumbs to roll one up, but it wasn't enough I reckon. Still sleepless, still aches. Going to buy new Polaroid film down town tomorrow I belief, just hope the weather wont stop me. It has some power over me with my bad joints and my, generally, frozen character.

I'll give it a new go now. Leaving you with your thoughts, your doubts and your dreams to come.
Sleep tight.

In deep space I dwell

I feel like a planet, with moons in orbit
around me. I'm not in center of attention
tough. I'm not a star. Not a sun. A sun
is in orbit of no one. I'm in orbit of the sun.
The sun is someone. Anyway, I have to
concentrate on my planet and the things
that revolves it. Take care of and pay
attention to. I'm all green and blue.
All water and earth.

Damn you cashier and your bad english

Jonas went of to the store to purchase some grocery's(bred, juice, cookies, cream, egg, muesli, rolls, cheese and chocolate sauce), beer and tobacco . When he had paid for his cigarettes he showed the cashier a note, saying: Installate vullen en ontiuchten and asked him if he could help him translate it for him. The cashier looked at the note and said; Yeah, he started to read aloud. But he stumbled on the last word. Gave it a new go, but failed again. He look around for someone to help him and spotted the girl gathering baskets and had her have a look at the note as well. She just laughed. The cashier excused himself and ran over to the grocery-register's and Jonas could see from were he was standing how the cashier asked another cashier and then he ran all the way back, caught his breath and once again began to read aloud and discovered that the word the other cashier had told him could not be right. He excused himself again and ran of, out of Jonas sight. Some time later he came back and for the third time read the note aloud and this time he got it right. The he said in English; Yeah, you have to install and fill. The.. ehh... what do you say. With the air, you know.. the air thing. Jonas got home, no more knowledgeable than when he left.







Later.

VENT! It means vent. Install fill and vent. Is the direct translation. Install the vent and fill it with ..? Bananas? Fuck this . We will have to live like Eskimos.

Damn you Murphy and your stupid law

Jonas went from sleeping tight and dreaming wonderful dreams to waking up with a jerk, to this loud annoying sound. It's only the pipes, said Filip, calmly. But the noise would not stop, even louder it got. Upstairs to the boiler, only geared up with the Flashlight lighter, one person went. Up there the noise even more loud was. What the fuck is going on, Jonas cried. Come hither Filip shouted, you know a thing or two about these boiler-machines. Jonas did not know anything about no boiler ,but up the went and there he saw a small display, displaying the number 2 in a red,digital way. Whats going on, Jonas screamed. The noise was deafening. Möö..ehhhhhiiiihhhhewwwwöööööeeeii, it would not stop. Then! In a sudden flash of spontaneity, Filip pulled out the plug. The silence laid upon them, oh the silence. There was some kind of table, telling you what the matter was and what do do about it. Jonas read. Cijfercodes: 2-Overhitting. Actie: Installatie vullen en ontiuchten. Seems it's been overheated, but what to to about it? We must get the text translated evidently, Filip said. Time past, the house got cold. No warm water came from the taps. Jonas, the brave, decided to try and plug the machine in again, if it was overheated it must have cooled of by now, he thought. He stuck the contact in the socket, the machine started to make that horrible noise again. Oh... Fuck off, he though. But then it stopped, became calm as a sleeping baby. Producing heat, with the display showing a nice 0. Hurray. Hurray. I did it Jonas, the brave, shouted! Is it working, Filip asked. Yes, my dear old friend. It's working fine and I don't think It will bother us no more. About 30 minutes (Filip had settled down with Zelda, and Jonas was writing on this text in peace and quiet) the pipes went like: Möö..ehhhhhiiiihhhhewwwwöööööeeeii

Humans = bananas

Have you ever asked yourself; What do I know about bananas? Well, how knowledgeable are you on the subject? What do I know? Well, the fact that I'm well informed on its physical appearance(they're yellow and curved), aside, I know a think or two 'bout bananas. They originate from south Asia, south east maybe even. Now it's an important product in Central America and Africa and it's actually a berry. When I go shopping I alway buy bananas... they're like the best fruit for you. Increases the serotonin production in your brain. Makes you happy and full of energy. Stuffed with good vitamins and shit. Did I mention they are like bended and yellow? You can have 'em in your müsli. Andy Warhol(who also produced the album and supported the band financially) created Velvet undergrounds famous album cover for there debut "Velvet underground and Nico". A yellow banana you could peel and the unpeeld banana was red. I think it came in some other colors too. Banana skids are a classic in film, TV-series and most of all cartoons. I wonder who started that whole thing? That banana skids would be more slippery than any other fruits, sorry, berry's peel. There is no real danger stepping on a banana skid. Unless, of course theres plenty of them, on wet grass, and it's raining. Then they can be lethal. There is a lot of things you can do with bananas. You can brag in front of your friends with your new won banana-berry knowledge, you can eat 'em, you can be topples and suck on 'em like the girl I saw on some late night sms-sex-commercial, you can shop them, put 'em on an album cover, slip on 'em, start a banana export company in central America and make a fortune on 'em or sing about them. "She says that humans are like a onion, that there is layer on layer of surface/.../I think that man are more like a banana, If you just peel it, it's fucking good."

banana cupcakes

Concerning Emma (part one)

Let's talk about one of my best friends, Emma. I got to know here through Filip.
Who, in his turn, had written something to a class mate of Emma on a community, witch I will not name. He had asked something about Emma or something, no one can really recall any details but apparently he had seen her in the school cafeteria and noticed her Dr. Martens, thinking "she's cute and looks... sensible". They decided to meet after school. But Emma got nervous and didn't show. They tried again and took a coffee at a café. "And then he came home to me and kissed me and... yeah, here we are now." - Emma


Anyway. All I knew was she was a girl who knew Filip, or; Who Filip knew.
I lived at home with my parents and our cat, Stig. And I think they where of on vacation. Not the cat. And I threw a party to which way more people than I knew would come, came. Emma, among others. Everyone got pretty drunk, I thought Emma was cute and did a few unsuccessful pickup attempts. No one really remembers much about that night at all. When I woke up there where red wine on the towels in the bathroom, puke in my parents bed, curtains on the floor (we now know that Filip was responsible for that), shatter flower pot and dirt in my parents room, 3(all) rolls of toilette paper missing, puke on the balcony floor, bottles, cigarette buts, ashes and chips every fucking where etc. etc.

Anyways. She got drunk and sad I think, because Filip was in a drunk-of doing something else-not wanting to go home-pepped up mode. He fell asleep somewhere and Emma didn't feel like taking the 45 min walk home. I offered her to sleep on the couch, since ever other bed in the house was occupied by a weird gathering of people. I made us some food and I remember Emma asked, more then one time if I was sure there where no meat in there. I assured her. She didn't really think I was a vegetarian, it felt like, for some reason. I slept on a couch to. Since my room was taken by some 19 year old chicks. And it didn't exactly bothered me that I could lie taking to Emma before going to sleep.

16.17 Kadinsky

Feels like I, with hope to reach some sort of a goal, wander around in a city I hardly know. May feel like that because thats what I do. But I know the town fairly well. Maybe we're not the best of friends, and it does not always take me where I wish to go (there might be other things to hold responsible for that though). We are in the beginning of a relationship that, I think will prove to be stormy but quit fucking fruitful. I can stand on the balcony in this flat city, in this flat country, and almost see beyond the horizon. Theres not a single mountain. Not even a small hill. Can make me feel like I'm a friend of the city. The backyard that the balcony face gives the impression that your in a small, pour, east European town. In some way. Peoples messy backyards are protected from the city outside by the courtyard. The sweep the crap under the carpet. The fact that everyone that have a window faced toward the courtyard have to look at all this shit dose not matter 'cause the people with yard-faced windows are the people making the mess. There is a playground too, swings and shit. A ping-pong table even and a slide. Everything protected by houses. Pretty tumbledown houses. I like this town. I like the crooked, sinking houses in this town on mud.

That the city not always takes me where I want to go, is not necessary something negative. I can find myself drinking coffee and playing cards in some cosy joint with a good friend. Thats not fucking bad.