Tuesday, March 28, 2006

...And so it's a hard thing with me when I write movies because I feel that anytime that I try to impose like a kind of false structure or something that would drive the narrative, pull the narrative, like a conventional plot, I feel like it's a lie, you know.

Isn't that crazy? Do you feel the same way? Bureau de Chance was a collaborative project so the tension to have a narrative that would somewhat make things linear was not problem, because it was as though we had this support group that justified the narrative. But writing shit on your own by yourself is another problem. I mean, I am trying to get ALEX to help me with the script. It works. I ask her something and she gives me an idea. Then I take the idea and I just put it upside down and I feel I have created this unique thing that comes from my own mind and I put it in the script because I think it's brilliant since it's justified by the idea that it is unique. It's like if you are making a sculpture and you find this rock and paint it in pink and use it in your sculpture. It seems great cuz it's like this rock just came and you did what you wanted with it and now it's part of your sculpture.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Behavior

You tell me if this is coincidence or my impression is correct.

(1) I view the profile of a girl on myspace. We msg each other for a few weeks, until we end up bumping into each other every now and then. The msgs and conversations are quick, friendly, simply acknowledging. She appears to be super shy. However, her profile says that she is usually "blunt (too blunt and straight-forward)"

(2) One night, we bump into each other again. I am drunk, I go talk to her and dance. From memory, she danced awhile with me before I had to leave.

(3) The morning after, I get a msg from her, in which she apologizes for being blunt with me, citing that she gets uncomfortable when people get too close to her. I have no memory of having been told off. I assume I must have not noticed in my drunkenness.

So the question is, is she living out the image she has of herself, instead of inventing herself from moment to moment as all creative types do?

Saturday, October 29, 2005

LAsT Night Out - Montreal- Summerfall 2005

Last night out with the boys. Them good old boys. I love them with undefinable passion. The world exists to allow me to encompass them in my circle of love and mind. Joshua the beautiful kid in nonchanlant posturings. He reflects the great light of Buddha, and acceptance, the great learning that Kerouac taught me. Kristian is my Cody. He goes and lives, looks back and reflects and apologizes accordingly. I willll miss them both. Egil looks at the ground and wonders why. I will miss him too. I know he will always wonder and dream. And hopefully succeed. The world exists to get into my mind. Life is the lapse of one great big emotion, mother of all emotions, telling us of the kindness of strangers and sweet faces, like Genevieve’s sweet face. Catherine teaches me the great learning of discord. The great tension of unspoken misunderstandings. What counts in the end is the moment I held Kris, Joshua, and Egil, in my arms. The moment I felt the love of the world in my chest. The moment that killed me. The only one that counts in the end, forlorn as it may be, and … simple…like a speck of dust on the windowsill of the Universe. It’s Saturday morning in this Universe.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

New Axioms (Cinema)

Once you sculpt something and you achieve to make it life-like, you have made way for evolution, in our behaving, thinking, and imagining.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

To put in movie

---This is a teen sitcom I honestly miss. Where I live, it was shown at 6 a.m. on Saturday mornings, so I would have to wake up earlier than usual to tune in.---

That homely feeling of pleasant duty--a certain child innocence in this--beautiful sweet and ethereal...

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Teds quote: on noir.

Noir is an abused term. I think there are only two notions that are necessary. The first is the existence of a capricious fate, producing coincidences that toy with humans (usually humans). The second is the placement of the viewer (via the camera) in some sort of conspiracy with this fate. In some nefarious way, the viewer _causes_ some of these.

Monday, August 29, 2005

The Process

Whether there was a murder isn't the point. The film is about a character mired in ennui and distaste, who is roused by his photographs into something approaching passion. As Thomas moves between his darkroom and the blowups, we recognize the bliss of an artist lost in what behaviorists call the Process; he is not thinking now about money, ambition or his own nasty personality defects, but is lost in his craft. His mind, hands and imagination work in rhythmic sync. He is happy.

The Artisan

I care little for auteuristic theories, or any kind of narcissistic qualities to art. The definition of the artist has been bastardized to include freudian sub-analogies serving to justify it. The true artist is the artisan, the one who makes, who crafts, in the name of the art, and not his.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

posts on hiphop infitnity msg board i made when i was 16

...by the way, i guess i can find the answer to the ever-sounding question, "why does Desiree call her hamsters by funny lookin' guys names?" in your pregnancy period which as i heard from the EARS around the globe, only lasted 7 months. i hear from my fellow ears. i speak to my fellow mouths. i have sex with my fellow sex, no i don't. i'm not gay! and you know it, rodan!!! :-)

i'm not a fuckin JACK from Dawsons Creek! that show rocks tho'!!! Conscious teenagers 4 life! that's some shit i can relate to! word the fuck uP!



i haven't heard the album. but comparing weed and cigarettes IS idiotic, of course it differs HOW idiotic it his, depending how the artist chooses to put it...but it seems like just because you dig AB you try to justify everything he says and does!!! come on yo..if u were in a non-hiphop disucssion, would u really have the same opinion? "bad things have benefits and good things got side effects"..that was the grouch who said that right? even tho u might dig AB usually, be mature and recognize than he does some bad moves sometimes...it's human, and shouldn't make u like him less.....stop glorifying people....then u're just like the people u hate the post, the guys justifying the ghetto.....see, that was a comparision....if u dig the weed/cigarrette comparision, i see no reason why you shouldn't dig this maybe just as idiotic one.
peace. i mean, when you're complex like most of you people are. u can "choose" your opinions...what
i mean by this is that what Jay said about weed and cigarettes was facts. they were true.
but he twisted it a little, by incorporating alchool..and wasn't the comparision about legalizing it?
not if it had benefits on ya creativity.....so i'm like: jay doesn't even know what he thought in the
first place, but got provoked by Ab's lyrics and now developed this opinion...that's fine....the problem
just is that he will devlop another one in another discussion to prove him, his favorite artists,
his beliefts or anything else ego-centric right....well, u might say u got an opinion till u develop
a new...please don't...this isn't about developing opinions and sharing beliefs....it lays somewhere
else....where? dunno..maybe in each persons hunger to have right, maybe something else...i guess
that differs now when we got down to this depth....the surface appears the same...the longer u go down,
the mroe it differs, and there can be a wide range of reasons for things that occur..
sometimes i feel afraid to develop myself..why? becos i feel that if i develop a very PERSONAL
persona, i'll have a harder time finding people who understands me..peace



i know what this board is missin' to create a more accurate expression of the poster's mind...it's lackin' of "hehehehhehhe's"...

i could have seen a "hehehe" after heathers "i didn't intend to diss anybody (besides monk)" line.....but i guess i just think she's not so evil as she is.......

oh by the way.

u saying that i dont know what im talkin about with no information, but your other screewed up mind, is just funny...it makes me remember when Slug was in denmark (DENMARK, remmeber that little girl with big volume).....he was telling us about if the boat-maker was confident he wouldnt mind tellin others about his craft and shit...but if he didn't feel comfortable with his shit, he was being rejecting and distant...

whatever. if u was kool, u wouldn't have said that shit towards me...cos it dont make u appear like no good person..just a caught up in intellectual society bithc..ever thought of building briges between people who aint the same or do the same? whatever. GAY!!!

slug was mroe articulate then i was here....but my lack of that shit dont matter. i said realness. so shuddup. please. (i talk to myself too)...i can't belive i caare so much..i might be a fag too! hAHAHA (or maybe better: Hhehehehehhe)...kididn!

all love

peace?
no.
peace!

fuck questioning such thing



sorry for beign so corny dissing ya body weight




i don't know what i'm talking about? whatever.
want me to list some great poets so you got proof or some shit?

ee cummings
allen ginsberg
robert frost
sylvia plath

whatever. who knows, i might just went to altavista.com and searched.

you can never put down a cuntry by tellin i'm from there, you faggot yeshim. arent u the guy that heather dug? u just ride her "dick" cos u think she likes u..well, gues what. when u see her fat white body you'll hide.

and phil-t, you were wrong (makes you a faggot too)

and i'm so angry, yes it's true. so serious.
i'm trying to be more fun. not like the tha sankofa/fiction humor...cos it's truely great..but i don't really dig the persona vibe i get behind it...i like that kid fAt_sO, or ashtray charlie...some shit like that...

i know y'all envy copywrite78...he got the phattest rhymes, and yet he's so thug (which we all know means stupid and non-articulate)...y'all must envy him..i do.

whatever. sperm on me if you want.
from now on i wont take any thing on this board serious (which it shouldnty by any)...its kinda gay..nah mean? i been looking here so long...but now whenever i come, it's the same shit..same opibions being channeleged....so boring now...i hate myself for takin such a long time to see that this board isn't anything good for me...i guess it's like the confused teenage girls that have to go thru abuse and suck dick on famous rappers before they realize real love is what they need...luckily, THAT only took me a few days to realize when i met the girl...so i guess i shouldn't be so depressed after all..right?

im from denmark.

copywrite is fuckin nice.

i am:

know all underground and intellectual shit, but only talk/live/worship the more commercial, digestable shit...plus i'm silly, funny, and smart.

that's what i wanna be at least! anyways. go ahead, say im everything but it..

in fact i got serious stuff on my mind...like how u can recognize jay-z's lyrics over any kinda msuic...so that makes him hip hop...you can't do tha same with the anticon kids or some shit for example...that makes them not hip hop...u couldn't recognize them as hip hop if it was some dude singing over some guitar riff. i bet you couldn't...argh!!! i said i to myself i wouldnt say no serious shit anymroe..it's just some opinion anways....

no big deal..

opinions are like assholes, everybody got one...
and only homo's care so much about it.

good one huh? i think so. nice qoute. i did it...and i mean it..y'all so fuckin interested in opinions..u must be homo's.

tell me now that opinions is good, and it's what makes us elevate and progress nad make the world go round...yeah whatever.i cant even tell u why i dont think that..at least not for me, it does...oKAY????

let's have some fun.
let's be nice to each other.
let's be amused by each other's willingness to help each other,instead of sarcastic and meaninglesss posts from sankofa and fiction.
let's get a little bit more real...you know, like in the real world.. ( i know how that sounds when i, myself, sit here on the internet)...

it's funny how other things matter in here, than in ya normal lives...i bet it differs...i don't think if somebody asks u something u act arrogant smart in real life. i jstu dont...ok? i mean....goodbye













it's such a shame that jay is the person he is (deleting my posts)...deleting what made philie-t give a fuckin' pretty accurate describtion of me (no kiddin')...i don't know if i'd express it so "fake act" as i think you mean...i could VERY easily be wrong...accent, facial expressions, footsteps, everything. you're damn right.
how did you know? you're smart. for real.

so the real monk? how do i find him? it's not me?

by the way, i was so nervous that it wouldn't be the same way offline as online with my girl (i met her online)...and i was so insecure she wouldn't feel...well, what you said. facial expressions, accent, etc.

she did. it wasn't so complicated as i thought. i don't think it's about me complicating these things, or maybe it is...but maybe just being too aware of them...i don't know.

i know you were on-point as nobody ever been before. not so well-put at least.

i wanan meet you.

too bad jay is the person he is by the way (hehehehehehehhe)

rap punchlies, aged 17

in life...i'm a protective lawyer, but all my clients are guitly...


since i'm tired of smoking air passively...i'm tired of all the bad breaths i get


u can't last one lap! well bitch, u can't even last 12 inches

i spit so heavy, that the air in front of me spreads to the side to avoid to get hit

tell people what they know - top 10 hit
remind people what they know - longivity
tell people what they don't know - avant-garde

not everything should be said and done, just like noreaga's lyrics.

Whats the key to the lock/luck?

I drove a car called Luck, but it ran outta gas.
I locked up it up, and continued by feet to meet luck in
the horizon. Luck is something you drive for, not something
you drive in.

17 and finding an identity

okay, today i wanna speak on the topic charm...

see, it seems like there are two kind of charmin people....the ones that had a childhood and was raised, with
not much awareness of SELF...and then those who recognize the charm in other people's behaviour, and wanna add
that ability (charm) to their own personality...maybe becos of the conditions that make a charming kid in the
childhood..and what are these conditions theN? you must figure out,,,i'll move on in the meantime...

so, what happens if you put two of these people in the same room (amongst with other people, ex: class room)...
what will happen? usually the one who knows about charm (KNOWLEDGE) will retire and pull back, in what somebody
would call defensive behavior...but is it that simple? no....i mean, i have no idea if you can relate to this shit
i write now (i never have when i write my masterpieces)...but it also comes down to such things as the STRENGTH in
the persons mind...if u know CHARM,and u got a strong mind u wont retire back fully and become the QUIET kid after
u revealed the other charming kid in the class...maybe u'll just settle down (without wantin to)...i dont know
why this happens...and u cant really call it friction, cos all the friction happens within the KNOWING's person's
mind, not the unaware one...i'm talkin persons here, which could also be reffered to simple as MIND STATES...

anyways, when u recongnize charm in other people, and u are aware and all that stuff, u develop your own kinda
charm...but how come it tends to get ripped away when u meet a human who has charm from childhood of? is it becos
he/she seems ignorant to you? i mean, charming people (the unawares ones) are often ignorant and have not much
intellect..alotta intellect is caused by observation and awareness...which they dont posses...so the perfect would
be to mix these two things, apparently? i guess...let me know if u suceed or know anybody who has..when the
kid that KNOW charm then "retires" from his attention seekin behaviour, he of couse knows he's fallin' off....
but he usually odn't do anything about it...which makes me think of the cliche "it's different to know, and then
do it"...to me, those words have always just been an empty phrase, of course i kinda knew what was meant, but
not in a strong way like this...which leads me to say, that sometimes now and then, you find the real meaning
behind a cliche (which has been empty to you before), and then u dont think BENEATH that cliche anymore, when
you just found out what it meant ....u thought about beneath it before of course, otherwise u wouldnt have
discovered it's meaning....but from the day on u discover it, u'll just say the words, with the belief that
other people will understand what u mean too...

observation....one way of intellect, which isn't charming:

"i read this article today, about a new trend among women - to be single...i found
it deeply mind-challenging, and thought that this neo-feminism/Girl Power movement
had taken it too far. How can it be more valuable to be single, than to have a person you
love to spend your day and night with?"

the observing kinda view...ABOVE

and now, the charmign:::

damn! i read this article about women wanted to be single, u know? im afraid as hell!
what if i dont get no hotties anymore?

etc.

the key here, is: in the observation, you think like it's a big thing, among a whole bunch of people...

in the chraming, u take approch in yaself...and work out from there...which is more LIVE and LIVEST becos
it says that u are afraid of EXPERIENCING it, not that u are afraid of OBSERVING IT...

so whats the solution to this probleM? u let me know please...if anybody know what im talkin bout..any answers to
this post will cause a SMILEY back at you in a reply, i know that...cos any attention to these thoughts, will
make me happy.

so, does any of this sound fundamental, and is it written in alotta books? well, i consider me a thinker, and
observer, and i havent read these books, i experienced this BY observing...so a little experience i do have...

what's up with guys that have never had a woman, know more about women than guys that fuck every weekend?
maybe it's true what they say, virgins fuck the best!...so i bet there'll be a fight about me, if i sya:

who wants me?







you put on clothes, to hide the beauty of your body...and you think deep, to hide the beauty of the surface (of life).
both should not be done.

I had this chat, dead honest.

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My first real Love Rap, aged 16

"Astrid"

Some things we got in common, some things I adore you for
The less you hold back, I love you more and more
I miss you, but I won't rush time
I can walk street, and think "damn, that girl is fine"
and shit, I do work, have fun, and live,
but at times I feel it don't matter ('cause you ain't here)
I reach for you, but can't catch ya.


My feelings for you are are 360 degrees, wrapped all around your heart
Does THIS sound smart? When I tell, you're a number one hit on my chart?
Hell yeah it does, but I found my part
You know they say, the better half (yeah, I found it).
So don't tell that half of me would be enough,
I'd miss you even more, 'cause you'd be gone like...puff!

I wanna spend a whole night, on the same subject
'Cause tonight, dedication is the way we'd connect
and tomorrow, we can collect tokens and jump train,
uptown baby, feelin' bumps in the lane,
through our B-O-D-I-E-S, baby, I glad I didn't settle for less.
You know, you expect things and their outcome, and the only
way your there'll be fact to the expectation,
is when you put your whole self into dedication.

Damn God, bless you, for creating us with feelings.
Your name is "Acid", but you don't dissolve me,
you help create me.


Astrid, if two people without a rubber equals three,
and two people in love, equals one, which one are we?
See, big words often reflects lack of feelings, so
I ain't gonna say "I love you"...fuck it, can't hold it.

I love you.





plus the loose lines:


i'm thinking of what to write to you, my heart knows, but my mouth closed

everything we shared in words, now i wanna hold you, i wanna sense in other forms than verbs..

i sure have fun, i sure do work, but when you not around, what's the purpose?

at time i wanna be fucked up, and still loved by you.

u put me in states of minds, i wanna be in



ya name's acid, but u don't melt me. u help create me.

Old punchlines from I was 16

did u measure this fellas iq?
or didnt u have sensitive enuff instruments?

dress up in your foreskin...........bomrush drag (queen) clubs

and get the prize for queen of the night,
now how marcho are u, if ya male parts went bitch?, BITCH!!


jeg vil ik' gemme mig bag ordene, så jeg tiger stille


jeg har ik' fundet mig selv, men fundet alle andre - en komplex person.

you couldnt even take me out,not even if i was your girl!



i went down in hall of fame, on my 15 minutes!

free your mind, don't just put it on parole



i kicked you off Empire, and got you wondering what State you landed in.

there's one solution to all problems, look for it.

what if i got the solution but can't find the answer? solutions are meant to solve, or are they?
what if i kept my solutions, didn't take them out on other people, and when i died, somebody
found the land of the lost solutions...and...

you fell thru' empire state, in slow motion, and when u hit the ground, u could read classical notion?
why? no ANswer to that, cos i'm abstract..


disregard what you never saw. regardless of what you never saw


everyone is blinded by their own opinions

i'm dope, and y'alls addicts


i heard descartez doubt his own excistence....(descartez said: you doubt? u thikn. u think? u excist)

do what ya good at, and leave the whole hip hop world smokin buuuudah.

i got my whole cliq' backin me up, (i) persuade rappers to fall from peer pressure, then leave
em with nothing to fall for, cos my hoes follow my path too....go do the math duuuuude.


i don't need to smoke weed to get stoned, i'll just look in medusa's eyes


you want to kill time? i'll hand you a gun - boredom.

anyone can hand me a map? i needs to find myself


yo hon'..turn ya ass away, i prefer to kiis u in the face (not ass kisisn)..
u wanna act tuff and shit? guess what, i juts wanna make love to ya lips..
what is this? yet a game of hard to get? or ya capriocity shinin again'?



i'm so bboy i got windmills giving me energy! i get energy by doin windmilsl! WORD!


"the battle is won before it's even fought" - sun tzuu..."and yours is lost before u even born"

From the archive

This is a notepad file I made with key sentences that would remind myself of jokes or charming things to say while I was on the phone with Astrid, I must have been 17. Wow, we change.

--

damn u hurt my feelings boo..
u wasn't fooled by the "CALL A FEW TIMES AND HANG UP TRICK"...

heey how ya doing?
no earhquakes or salad desasters?

nah, i'm not a vegetarian, remember?

so, all stores closed today?

no pickin' up pictures?
damn, u should just come to my dark chamber next time..
well, if i turn off the lights....

but hey, i just called to say "hi"...i gotta go again.
imma go check out my aunt showering...

imma go to the birthday,...it wont be that boring, coz i'll think bout u, since i talked to u now...

rap lyrics from i was 16

i can't hold a nine to five...so i hold a nine and get 5 mics

i gave you a present in the past, so now we got a future together


i give you attention, but all you do is add tension.
how much affection you need, to know (that) you're the shit
perfection you feed, and your sadness, please let go of it
i BURN bridges, to see if our lands MATCH.

looks is just eye candy for the blind


without hestitation or further instructions, kid
i ignite nuclear bombs, just for the fun of it
and when that's passé, i bet a million on 1:1000 odds
yellin' "play it safe", anyways

there's no such things as earthquakes
it me & my girl rollin' down the ave, on my birthday,
playin' "jump jump" on our first date

how much belief you need to believe me?
and how much affection you need to not leave me?

one of my first attempts at rap lyrics, i was around 16

one night, i emptied my eyes for tears.
folded the napkin. and went to sleep in fear.
at dawn, i woke up by the stroke of your hand.
openned the napkin, and heard the splash of water.
i saw a fountain, and in there - i dropped a quater

old letter i wrote to somebody, i must have been 17

aight, so i'm gon' write a bit about what's been on my mind lately.

well, first of all i enjoy my friendship with my best friend, joshua.
it's to me a funny friendship, sometimes i feel good when i left him,
sometimes i feel bad.

today i went into a store and asked them if they wanted to donate a gift
to my american football team, actually i asked for joshua, because i don't
play american football. anyways, joshua said i sounded insecure and talked
to fast when i introduced myself. i thought i sounded normal, i didn't really
give it a big thought. and yeah, i felt bad afterwards, i always do after
such situations, you know? 'cause you realize there's something people are
extremely good at, and you suck at it, and this was just one little thing,
and my consciousness tells me there are thousand more...so i think, if i
don't get into these situations, by not askin' others opinion about how i seemed,
etc. i'd be more content with myself. but on the other side, i'm very fascinated
by these things, and the truth, and being talented in, this case, just havin'
a good voice, etc.

i mean, some would say i just want to be everything. maybe, but it's small things,
and would like to spend my time, or some of it at least, tryin' to make them
better, even if it made me remember reality, which means i'm not some krazy
dope human. i mean, i read alotta men have high confidence cos their image
of themselves differs mad much from "what it really is"...and the reason
that females have lower confidence is that they're mroe in touch with reality.
anyways, fuck dat. i'm also trying to say that what i see in art, is that you
have to sacrifice for life's goal, happyness.....i mean, that's pretty simple.
life's goal is happyness. although i think there are so many things to distract it,
things you belive will make you happy, but wont, and stuff. anyways, back
to the artist thing...my girl said you can't push creativity, pretty true i think.
but you can constantly be aware of yourself and your actions, let's not talk
one specific interest (paintin, rhyming, skiing, etc), but just life in general as
an artform...if you notice and ask everybody and try to find out and get better
at all the things u in the first place noticed, you are pushing yourself. and
you are destined to become better, i guess..or maybe it just comes natural, if you
just live and relax..but i guess i can't do that..what i mean, is like...if i
started rhyming heavily...i know i'd feel so bad when i didn't live up to my
own expectations, which i wouldn't often..maybe that just has to do with my
high expectations of myself, or that i approach rhyming wrong.

i dunno, i've been called wannabe-artist by a guy once...and by peoples statements
about me, i could have been called it just as well a few times more...i dunno.
doesn't people who are doing some kinda art-shit want to be artist? or at least
good? maybe u're a wannabe-artist all the way, untill you've done so much dope
shit that people respect you...i guess so. it's a hard way accomplishing "master"
in different areas of life....if i look back at how i came into hip hop, i was
actin' so..."stupid"?..i mean, if i saw people act like that now, i'd think
"what a jerk" or something....i tryed to be down. my opinions. my look at people in
hip hop. my ..dunno..everything...today i felt kinda the same, cos i went out
to alotta advertising companies to hand them a paper where i was applying
for an apprenticeship....most of the times became kinda akward, cos i didn't know
how "their" culture worekd...stuff like ringin on the doorbell, and them answering,
i didn't know how much to say or how little..and when i handed it over, i didn't know
if to ask for the boss, or just give it to the receptionist,etc...lack of experience...
naturally i guess...but it's just funny, cos now i know i don't rule in this area of my life,
introducing myself to advertising companies, and i know pretty much that if i was, where
i am with hip hop today, in the advertingsing game, i'd be laughin at myself...when
i got into hip hop, i didn't think that..i didn't think that much..i dunno if it's good
or bad. i mean, it can be an obstracle for having confidence, but it can also make
u more aware of what u do, and in touch with reality, and therefore maybe easier "reach"
the people that "laugh" at you...

lately,i've been in my moms car and listening to poptunes on the radio, while she was
somewhere shoppin, i turned up the volume and it was dark outside...closed my eyes, and
got mad chills down my back..songs like Whitney songs...Craig David songs..Mel B songs..
just commercial hits , that give me chills...it's funny, i could get chills by Nas, or
Jay-z too i think..but alotta "Underground" hiphop i coudlnt'..i dunno. it just seems
to me that Nas has this realness in his appearance, makes me chilly.

oh yeah, then i thought of the matching hypothesis, someone breifly introduced me to that once,
concerining relationships that is.....i get it...usually you see people being with people
in their own league, lookwise..for a reason i believe...not a superficial one, but a way
more subconscious one...if you don't feel lucky to have each other, and yes, that means
looks too in most people's minds, it's very very hard to feel confirmed, which is
a huge part of a relationship...if you don't feel your partner's opinion confirms you
as if he or she was double as beautiful, well - then you don't get confirmed.
if you're with somebody beautiful, and she / he thinks you have the greatest smile, you
do feel more confirmed than if somebody less pretty said it. i'm pretty pretty sure
that this goes for most people, and people who says it don't, well cool. but i think
it's very few.anyways, my girl's gonna read this, and i know she don't like to talk
about looks. hehhehe, so maybe i should delete it? ahah.

hmm..basicly it hurts to be wack at something...i see 100 things i'm wack in, and i want
"force" myself to get better at them, not force, but it's just my persona i think.but the
time i spend gettin' good at these things is pretty hurtful...that's how i feel. nto always tho.
just right now..haha...it's funny...once i had taboos...stuff i didn't tell or talk about...
i think they've been crushed with age...i think i kept those things outta conversation to
make myself appear like somebody i wanted to appear as...but now, i say anything, anything
that pops into my mind...i don't feel the big deal about anything, at least not today haha.
today, i don't feel no big deal about sex. at easter i might (i'm gonna fuck my girlfriend).
what i'm saying is that..i know this other dude, he's alwways just talkin hsit, and saying
different stuff each day..i'm pretty sure none of it is descriping of his personality, and
yet it is...just not the opinions or things he say..it's like...with humor, i know there
are different forms of humor, and i think maybe, subcousiously (soon to be conscious mabye)
i try to master each kind...so i don't just have one humor, one vocabulary, one whatever.
i try to have alot. it's funny. i said "i hate people" some time ago to my girlfriend,
i guess she got kinda shocked or whatever, at least she asked to it, and if i meant ti and shit.
but i didn't mean shit by it, nothing at all..altho it's a pretty "big" statement to make..
i know i can mean something way more intense by somehitng so much less in "importance"..

by the way, i know this girl that get's really hype and shit sometimes. she just laugh mad
loud and sometimes just go krazy over small things..today i went to this advertising company,
and they had the illest reception, and i tripped so much over it, i repeated myself for ages,
cos i was in such awe, and I WAS pretty aware that "damn, i might sound like that idiotic girl
i know"..cos thats what i think of her, i don't thinks she's cool or ntohing...
and still i continued to trip over it, jumpin around and being pretty loud....it's funny,
cos i see this tendency at old people too...they are so fuckin' weird, and sometimes they
can come in with this mad self-reflectin' comment like "damn, what y'all think of me when
i'm actin' like this?"...astrid, you know what i mean - my grandma. i dunno, i just STILL
care too much waht people think? or maybe i just cant control myself intot he person i wanna be.
but all these things are true, arent theY? ayo. i think i'm done. aight...peace.

it's krazy, cos one moment i can say "damn, i suck. i'm ignorant"...and mean nothing by it. absolutely nothing.
and i realiez how people interpret it, like i got mad low esteem or something..it's just krazy. whatever.

i have fun writin' this. it ain't mad serious to me. but i can still get mad hurt if soembody thinks
i'm not funny or some shit....cos sometiems i get mad childish, and try to be funny i guess (that's not bad).
and it just gets too much..gets annoying...my other friend, said i was mostly fun when i didnt try to,
but i would like to choose when and when not to be. u knoW? control it...

i have fun.
one love

must be from 1999 or something

Dear Life,

This is what I want from you.

A few kisses before i fall alseep - and some in the morning.
A reasonable amount of compliments by strangers, everday preferably, just to make me smile.
A free mind, I'd also like. Maybe a healthy splash of descipline - I mean, I guess they were right when they told me there is
rules, although I'd rather shut my ears. Can I also swim in the sea, on my back, looking into the coast, where the big, big wheel
is turning? Do you know what beach this is? It has to be summer. And the sky has to be blue. Just to make it short, I want
to achieve what I want to be, before the time has walked so many rounds that I give up. I'd like to watch MTV2, with a bowl
full of popcorn. In fact, there's not enough paper to reflect my mind, or maybe it's the lack of letters on my keyboard.
I want to keep something too. And throw some away. Let's throw away first, and then decide what to keep. Although at second
thought, it seems illogic. I'm thinking. And I can't write what I'd like to keep, but I'm pretty sure it's forever changing,
and I'd like to make this piece timeless...So nevermind. Ah, made you worried there, Astrid! I'd like to keep you too.
There's one thing, I'd like to throw away, it's bad. And I know my girlfriend is annoyed by it. I will not tell. But change.
I'm also writing this to you, Astrid. And there'll be repetitions.
Such as skilled writer, skilled dancer, skilled artist.

I must be able, to come up with something a tiny bit more exciting. Such as. Damn, I try too hard. A poet is supposed to be simple.
I want to do well.
Feel that I get closer, everday, closer to...well, nothing. 'Cause it's about the road itself, right? But closer.
I want to fuck in an elevator.

I can write so much about what I want.
I could fill every paper.
But I'm destined to stop before even one.
'Cause it seems purposeless.

Humble regards,
A-liver.

BLAAAAAH!!! (i'm not content with my piece)

exhibition titles

break / destroy = charming

understanding = boring