2001-12-07 - 11:15 p.m. - +

I know it will be hard to top yesterday's entry. But I'll try. With lousy picture mostly. No wonder everybody loves me.
mr sarcasmo strikes back
I slept all right last night. Wasn't too tired today. Anker was back at work. That's good. It means I have someone to follow around when I'm not in the computer room.
anker means anchor by the way
But there wasn't much to do of course. Friday. Slow day. I went to the shell station and bought cigarettes for Finn. Then I left early. Bent wasn't there so at least he won't know that I didn't tell anyone. Yeah, I'm still very responsible.
I can abuse myself
I took a little walk around the 'hood. Wanted to take some pictures. Of the horizon. There's a really great view of the horizon from the top of a sort of hill thing. Of course all the pictures turned out crappy. Damn camera. But here's one where you can kind of see the horizon. Just not looking as good and atmospheric as in real life. Pity.
stupid camera grumble
Oh and H&M have the best ads. Made me want to sit down and wait for the bus. Weet.
more underwear please
But I kept walking. Took a walk around Digterparken. Poetpark. I used to play there as a kid. It was the perfect place to run around and play war. Yeah, typical boy. It wasn't so much about killing and shooting. It was more about sneaking around and hiding from each others. And the leet shop. We'd go there with our shiny pennies and buy cheap candy. Make up stories about the people in the appartments. You'd be surprised how many fiendish drug dealers lived there. In our imagination.
the people's poet. Oh cliff!
Yeah. I haven't really been down there for 7-8-9 years I think. A lot of it looks the same. A lot of it looks different. The stairway down to the parking lot was very different. When I was a kid it was big and roomy and sturdy. Now it's tiny and narrow and the woodwork is rotting and covered with algae. Everything looks smaller now. Places that were flat and plain are now overgrown with vegetation. All the old hiding places are gone. The newspaper dumpsters where we'd look for used porn magazines. Yes, 13 year old boys looking for porn. Isn't that a cliché? I should've had internet back then... But now it's all gone. Or changed.
this used to be my playground
It was nice walking around. I'm usually not much of a walking around type of person. But the air was cold and crisp. And the memories were nice. This girl Camilla from our class lived in Digterparken. Christian and I would find excused to go there. And we'd sort of hover around her place. Just hanging around generally hoping for her to be home and see us. She was a real cutie. Even though she scarred me for life later. But anyway. Want to see the house Christian and I casually hung around at? Here. One time (at band camp... no, sorry) she invited us in. We watched Sky Kids or Fox Kids or something. English. It was some comedy program. The three stoges? I don't remember. I laughed at a joke and everyone looked at me funny. I was the only one who understood it. And then they wanted me to explain it to them. Maybe that was the first time I discovered that even though I understood the English I completely and utterly failed at translating/explaining it. A lesson I've kept learning ever since.
me = no talkie
Kid's programmes rock when you're a kid. Danish children tv is really good. I think so anyway. There are lots of magic moments there. When Bamse went to that faraway planet. And there was the alien with a head in both ends. And that guy came in his spaceship to feed the planet. and. ..and.. and.. Aw. Those were the days.
I want be kiddie gain
On my way home from this nice walk I came across horrible evidence of dark cultish behaviour in my neighbourhood. I'm going to buy a video camera and document it all some time. Witch Blaire? Obviously some strange twisted ritual has taken place there...
OHMIFUK IS BLARE WITHC!§!11
Actually it's just where we burn the doll-witch on halloween's. But I'm sure dark and sinister things are going on anyway. What with our new government and all..
fly to bloksbjerg
But that was a nice little tour. And I came home to my mama's soup which is always good. And now it's weekend. Which means I might actually get some sleep. Perchance to dream. I had a spooky dream last night. I don't remember much of it. Just that I was lost. And then I found the journal of a girl who had disappeared. And she was writing spooky stuff. And it was all dark and sinister and spooky.
soup's soup
A couple of days ago I got the idea to make a denmark.diaryland.com. And I'd ask all the Danes on diaryland to write an entry about what Denmark meant to them. And then I'd type up articles and put in pictures. And then I said to myself "stop being Lame, Lasse". Ah someone's taken the name already anyway. I could make a finland.diaryland.com and mock the fins though. No offence. Would you believe that norway and sweden are taken too? And just like denmark they don't seem to use it. I'm going to write Andrew and demand that he frees denmark from this tyrant oppression.
der er et yndigt land..
And so on. Now I must be off kids. It's weekend. I have relaxing to do. Expect a couple half-assed entries over the weekend. I plan on doing nothing. Nothing. Except maybe go looking for porn in old dumpsters.
play nice. play naked. play nude. play with no underwear. etc.
np: nothing

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faith, hope and love

back and forth

clix




try to understand
the ones I love and their demands
so unfair when they can't see
that I'm the boy who really needs

your love i suppose

I just want peace
diaryland
to be free at last