Fly south, go Amsterdam
2010 is coming to an end. The news papers calls it "year of catastophes". Always so dramatic. I live in sweden. We don't have catastrophes here. Biggest one must have been when someone wrote the book "The involontary monarch". Wt..? Is he a human being? That's it, I'm flying south!
Better go Amsterdam! Bring saffron buns, legs of lamb with horseraddish cheese, but leave the sheets and towels. Douglas Adams will never forgive that exhortation.
Good ideas come at night, half asleep. The best thing to do is to wright them down.
Computer, note book, mobile phone
pen, paper, scissor stone
As long as you get whatever has gotten into your head down and legible.
vegetable.
For Christmas? No.
Meat.
Trick or treat!
...
Trick indubitable.
For a trick is as sweet
as any treat
it lasts longer
unless your treat is a bottle of bear or something stronger.
You can add any beat to it, as long as you keep up with the main pulsation.
You don't even have to keep up, if you always followed the beat you would never find new rythms.
Throw your knifes backwards, towards the audience, oh fearless artiste.
Break the pattern, make life thrillier.
Every living creature has its pulse. It leads, you follow.
Dance floor, DJ presses play, swing a long dear fellows hop uo you go, go, go.
Never stop.
Pulse never stop unless you die.
Thanks to my new christmas gift headphones I can now hear my pulse clearer.
Thanks Daddy Claus!
I press play, swing a long with my ears, dears. Only stop when spoken to.
