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Av Christian - 14 juli 2009 14:06

...Anna påminde mig om hur ruskigt bra den här är, och för att Abney Park dessutom gör en sjuhelvetes bra cover på den:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeStverCu2Q


When you were here before
Couldnt look you in the eye
Youre just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
Youre so fuckin special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

I dont care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When Im not around
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.

Shes running out again,
Shes running out
Shes run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
Youre so fuckin special
I wish I was special...

But Im a creep, Im a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.
I dont belong here.
Av Christian - 13 juli 2009 16:07



I don´t know what happened.

I don´t think any of us - few though we may be -

really knows for sure... so we just keep running,

and hiding.

Seeking refuge.


I don´t know what happened,

but as always there are rumours.

A military experiment gone wrong.

Radioactive fallout.

A meteorite.

An alien.

A mutated virus.


When push comes to shove,

it don´t actually matter what caused it.

Somewhere in the West, they say, somewhere in the West

the dead first started coming back to life


In the very beginning those who witnessed it thought it was all part of an elaborate hoax, a practical joke from someone with a seriously twisted sense of humour.

But alas, that was too simple an answer.

The dead were coming back to a dreadful resemblance of life,

and that was it, really.


The dead walked the Earth,

and if they saw you, they attacked.

They attacked with a fury and a hunger to make the most ravenous of gluttons pale in comparison.

The dead walked, and the rest of us had but one thing to do;

We had to run.

Carry what we needed the most,and run.


At the time we didn´t know where to go,

we only knew what we were running from,

and that alone was enough to put fear into the bravest of hearts,

and pain into the strongest of souls.


We spent years running.

Running, and seeking refuge.


Av Christian - 7 juli 2009 17:28


July, month of heat

Like hammers striking me down;

Low skies and thunder

Av Christian - 7 juli 2009 17:26


June, midsummer, zenith

Of the endless wheel of time

The dark now returns

Av Christian - 7 juli 2009 17:23

Tillbaka i stan igen efter hyfsat påfrestande om än fantastiskt-jävla-super-underbar Arvikafestival.

Rapport från festivalen kommer så fort jag renskrivit anteckningarna, och bilder läggs upp i http://hemlox.bilddagboken.se  lite åt gången under veckan. Kolla in då-och-då om nyfiken.

Av Christian - 26 juni 2009 19:58

Hoooray för en första semesterdag med bra väder!


Anyway, är hos föräldra-enheten i Karlskrona och vilar upp mig (okey, okey... tömmer skafferi och barskåp, jag erkänner) inför Arvikafestivalen nästa vecka.

Inte online så mycket, men kollar iaf. Helgon och Hotmail ("Hemlox" är på bägge de ställena) nån gång om dagen - om du inte har mitt mobilnummer eller direkt hitatr någon som har det, kan du skriva dit och be om det... om du nu måste få tag på mig.



Av Christian - 20 juni 2009 01:56

var man full och halvdöd framför datorn igen, denna gång dock utan vare sig bittra utbrott eller småpretentiösa citat.

Ett tack till J och A för bra fest och till T och K (och respektive sällskap vars initialer jag till min skam inte kommer ihåg just nu)  för trevligt sällskap och en liten halvtaskig knytnäve åt sagda J för påfyllningen av min RomOchCola. Den känns mer än vad den borde. så tacksåmycket, du :/

Och hade jag bara gått en minut tidigare hade jag kunnat undvika sista åskskuren. Oh well, in the end...




...I ate a sock! *







* http://www.diggercomic.com/?p=712     



(Digger. Läs eller dö!)






Av Christian - 17 juni 2009 11:17

Bitter and active, [...] it dries without burning—for it is the property of such substances to dissipate superfluous humidity without dangerous heat;there is in coffee, as it were, fire without flame,

a purifying power that does not calcine; coffee reduces impurities:


"those who take it feel by long experience that it restores the stomach, consumes its superfluous humidity, dissipates wind, dissolves the phlegm of the bowels, where it per­forms a mild abstersion, and what is most considerable, prevents the fumes from rising to the head and conse­quently reduces the aches and pains customarily suffered there;


 finally, it affords strength, vigor, and cleanliness to the animal spirits, without leaving any great impression of heat, even upon the most inured persons who are accus­tomed to use it."  


Francois Doublet, 1785

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