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GjenopprettetMedlem
Rewriting of Bjørn Eidsvåg:
"I can see that you are freaking out,
but I can`t help you with the mess or walk the path with you,
but..... I can scream with you,la la la la la la."
GjenopprettetMedlem
"sonja":
Christ, what a mess!
Minner meg om åpningstalen til en norsk politiker da han skulle åpne en oljeutstilling i Stavanger:
"I hereby declare this great mess for open", sa han. Visstnok...
Og: «Thank you for the mess»
(Statsminister Kjell Magne Bondevik etter gudstjeneste i Brasil)
http://www.dagbladet.no/kunnskap/2004/10/15/411432.html
GjenopprettetMedlem
The mass-media can certainly mess things up ..., though in this case, it was the man himself! Helleluja!
GjenopprettetMedlem
haha hahawhat is wrong with speaking plain norwegian on little christmaize eve?
I remember oence i was a little terd,but a chunk of purplish flesh,i used to barf in the bathwater,and dream of bears in the night
& I remember 1 chrestmast,oence the goblin hid in the parcels under me family tree,and BOO,said he whence i shred the wrappers,godly did i scream in vanour.
Long ago there lived the king of the trees,walking trees,talking trees,proud ones,and when they walked the earth shook beneath our feet and we invented dancing.Like this it was before their roots settled and accepted earth as their home,but still they dream,and when they do,the earth still shakes with phantom seizures
Little did i know that behind me crooked back,lured another crooked creature,with red hood,white beard and a great old sack.
The next thing i did know,was the feeling,nay the smell of an old worn corn sack,and the jolly sound of the goblin as he manouvered his reindeer slaid through the ice cold crystal air of night,and the feeling of being on some holy mission to save christmass from becoming a mess
The goblin picked up on me thoughts and said: No were not gonna save christmass from becoming a mess,i am saving you from becoming more messed up than you are already,you get it,punk?
You can actually hear what im thinking mister Leprechaun?
O yes i can actually hear what you are thinking,i am a Goblin,didnt anyone tell you anything at school?
No one ever told me that santa claus was a thelepatic.
Well,now you know,dont you! Hahaha HoHOHo !! Randulf my dear , move it,there is much to see and even more to do.
That christmess i spent on the inside of an old dusty sack,and when the Elf finally let me go,it was just to catch me later on,while nickin candies from small children singing carrols in the snow.
[color=blue]My impulsiveness has never cared much for what belongs to others,right at this very moment i am using a pc wich i nicked from a sleeping man on the train. i can only imagine his face when he woke up to type on his laptop,only to find it not there.
People should never take naps on the public train if they carry goods that makes other people dribble and drool.
People are living inside their own heads,and if you point to that,they try to avoid your finger as it reaches out to touch them and feel their skin or just prickle at an all to obvious boogeyman,dangeling from their nose in winter time.
Boogeymen can foretell the future,i explain to them,just by looking at it and squeezing it between fingers.
This is where they usually get up and leave,but by then im really tired anyway,so its cool.
the messenger of louw
GjenopprettetMedlem
Yes, stay cool and forgive them when they get up and leave, for they know not what they are doing, oh mess-enger of louw. Trains and Boogeymen er often underestimated, whereas the future lies all around us. Anything, virtually anything, can be a tool of lubh in the hands of one who knows the how. The endless meandering of metaphor, the immensely fine deltas og our inner fluids , may they be engin-eered by the mess- engir!
"teleterkji":
haha hahawhat is wrong with speaking plain norwegian on little christmaize eve?
The speaking plain does mainly happen in the rain. Maybe there are just not enough plains in Norway, unlike Spain? Every little fun has its pun, to ventilate the good vibrations, like the pan needs a fan in my kitchen.
When I was little christmaid Eve, the radio and the music taught me English, and the bearded man put all those books under my tree, the flirt with the words was a gift, as you see. The Christening with Norwegian happened much later, it sometimes feels like a twist to my melody, or a red coat with a false beard and a nisselue on top,
a costume in other words, and do we not like to undress, once in a while?
Do you like carols? Here is one, to read by the fireplace, if your laptop can bear the heat:
http://www.stormfax.com/dickens.htm
May the feeling grow like an evergreen, no beginning and no end:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiqFLMS9 ... re=related
A twist though, as you know, undercurrents in sobriety, layers of my little maiden's melody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZOa5ojB1Rw