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Spinning 45 Ballerina

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re: think [Oct. 23rd, 2008|11:25 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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I know I'll never drive, but I allow myself to play around with the idea of owning a car, juts for now. I want summer, a road trip and I want to play the Kinks on a car stereo, only 'Days' will do. It's a sentimental song, but I'm feeling sentimental like everything is love lost. Oh what a chore, falling in love is just something to pass the time, and I always do in the autumn. I need something to talk about with my friends in the spear time between story's about thick people at work, and I need a bed time story to tell my self before I go to sleep. And dreams, dreams are great. I think It's Jung who said something about dreams just being a way for us to fulfill our goals, or even understand what it is that we really want. I stay unfulfilled, even in dreams, but my brain almost gives in and it lets me enjoy sneak previews. Like the one with the strong arms, lifting me and laying me down, then the gentle giant just runs off, but it feels real. I'll dedicate myself more throughly to dreams from now on, cause in the end, thats all there is. Oui: je m'ennuie... c'est l'hymne!.

Did you ever see this page? http://www.moderna.org/lookatme
It's great, all pictures of forgotten people, snap shots people have bought at flee-markets or just found somewhere.
Like these ones:












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[User Picture]From: dustbinflower
2008-10-24 04:29 pm (UTC)
så vakre rare bildier :)
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[User Picture]From: lazerkid
2008-10-25 12:10 am (UTC)
tenk oss da. noen finner noe rundt å shiny, eller kanskje en gammel støvete server eller noe. etter mye omformatering klarer de å redde innholdet å laste det inn på micro-chipen i hjernen. og der sitter vi. fulle og fine. ofte med tungen inn i munnen på hverandre. (altså ikke vi, men andre)

etter det store puritanske tilbakeslaget blir våre minner forbudt... vi slettes

(føler meg litt i overkant melo-poetisk just nu, men som sagt, for tiden er jeg sentimental...)
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