The result of thinking without writing. Or vice versa.

I cant stand the way that people look.

There apearence isnt an issue. Just the way they look. The way they see.

Wouldnt i be easier if life could be seen in a glass cylinder.

I wonder if the answers would be seethrough then.

Sometimes time passes like a Loading screen. Slow and irritating.

My life would be alot less cruel if it was made in macromedia flash. At least then the
edges would be smoother.

I cant stand the smell of a headache. It gives me too much deja vu.


You wrote a song for me yesterday. Too bad i wasnt listening. Anyway...

I wonder if this place is relevant to your interests. If not. Fuck you.

Dont love everyone. Because then everyone will love you. How much can you know about
yourself if you have never lived inside a computer.

Have you ever tried to touch a screen, missed and got lost in cyber-space.

Space in swedish can be translated to tomrum. Which practically means empty-space.

I think people are forgetting the meaning of Space. Its not a dark place with alot of white
spots. Its just space. Its black because there is no light. And its got white spots because
thats where the light is. Too bad you will never reach it.


My Callender stops at 2012. Isnt that stereotypical. Well dont cry for me argentina, i dont
give a fuck about you.

"Why cant i see you? You took me to a place that wasnt safe for me and you. We saw the milkyway
at night, we put up a fight, with me. Now we're leaving. What happened to the monday nights
we would fall asleep at 3. Do you think we could be a saint, i think im insane.
My brain is telling me im a Machine. Machine, Machine, Machine.
My friends got a forty with his fifty on. Said the worlds gunna end but i think hes wrong."

Why do i care about quotation? Somebodys said what im saying before. And better.

Life doesnt carry you around. You carry life around. So pull up your socks and treck through
the garden.

Your life is a Machine.