Thursday, August 28, 2008

It does'nt happen in my world
can't compare these wandering tunes
not in my mind
so this glimpse is left of you
I hope to hear from you
I hope to dream of you

nothing builds
a shame

to hope to dream of you

it does'nt happen in my world
sick of crashing cars into
into your life
so these traces is left of you

I hope to hear from you
I hope to dream of you

nothing builds
a shame

so I listen to

so I listen to the rain
so I listen to the rain
I listen to...
intuition

Monday, August 25, 2008

a_more
a-Remo
a-Mero
a-Eomr
a-Mroe
a-Orme
a-Rome
a-Emro
a-Omre
a-Oemr
a-Mreo
a-Ermo
a-Omer
a-R_o_meo

Friday, August 22, 2008

it rains, it shines, it rains, it shines...
I work, I sleep, I work, I sleep, I work...
No matter where I am...
There's an empty space,
where you should have been

Friday, August 15, 2008

Cowardice asks the question - is it safe?
Vanity asks the question - is it popular?
Expediency asks the question - is it political?
But conscience asks the question - is it right?
There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither
safe,
popular,
or political;
but because it is right.



Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Etter å ha mistet 2 par nøkler på 2 uker
(5 par på 7 år)
er min søn nå officielt utnevnt som
Nøkkelidiot
og han bør dessuten utdanne seg som huleboer
eller evnt. vurdere å skaffe seg et telt...
Alt som ikke innebærer å ha nøkler er en mulighet

Friday, August 01, 2008