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picklechild's Journal

Created on 2003-01-11 13:07:43 (#849728), last updated 2008-01-16

162 comments received, 190 comments posted

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Name:marit freya
Birthdate:05-29
Location:Decorah, Iowa, United States
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nå har jeg kastet ball nede i bakgården flere kvelder på rad.
som regel går jeg ned etter Kveldsnytt og stiller meg i et hjørne hvor det ikke er noen vinduer. Det er et lite brukt område, bare opplyst av en enkel lyspære.
det er noe som er veldig bra med å kaste. jeg vet ikke helt hva det er. flere burde kaste. vi burde kaste alle sammen. da ville ting sett annerledes ut. vi ville vært gladere.
jeg kaster ballen mot veggen og lar den sprette en gang i bakken før jeg tar den. det er en god ball. den kommer alltid tilbake. og den ligger godt i hånden. jeg hadde glemt hvor godt det er å kjenne en ball. holde den. den er så rund. den får meg til å glemme tiden.
-Erlend Loe, Naiv. Super.

This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning god, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any other man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the members of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem...
-walt whitman

using the guardian as a shield/ to cover my thighs against the rain
I do not mind about my hair/ your jacket may be waterproof
but I know the moment you get home/ you're gonna get your trousers changed
failure is always the best way to learn/ retracing your steps until you know
have no fear your wounds will heal
I wish I could travel overground/ to where all you hear is water sounds
luch as the wind upon a tree/ to capture and keep inside of me

Failure/ Kings of Convenience

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