Märker att en man utan tänder pratar med mig på Morjärvs busstation. Eller han pratar med sig själv mest.
Jag förstår att man kan ligga död i en lägenhet i sju månader utan att någon märker att man är borta.
Jag fattar att världens resurser är fördelade orättvist.
Jag fattar att korna i Bregottreklamen inte är lyckliga bara för att bilden vill säga att de är det.
Men jag fattar inte löv.
Mitt hår är platt bak.
Vi kör på.
Hälften av alla på jorden ligger i detta nu under någon och blundar och hoppas på bättre tider.
Det här är radio ingenstans. Är det någon därute?
In google translation:
We travel by bus.
Our best time is now.
Stand out for a brief second.
And live and love now, you will notice?
I do not get it.
Noting that a man with no teeth talking to me on Morjärvs Bus Station. Or he's talking to himself.
I throw him on the bus, lifting him with one arm and swinging him like a recoil above all chairs.
Field bus between Morjärv and Kalix, I smell like old man's sweat.
Sitting and thinking:
There was a time when people liked clowns. That clowns were funny and had a point. But it's a long time ago now.
I understand that you can lay dead in an apartment for seven months without anyone noticing that you are gone.
I get that the world's resources are distributed unfairly .
I get the cows in Bregott (butter) advertising are not happy just because the picture is, they are not.
But I do not get love.
I should play that scene in that movie where that woman who is in love with an alien screaming and hitting with a milk carton in the wall.
My hair is flat back.
But fluffy in the front.
There's no meaning.
For those of you who have read wuthering heights, I am the window.
Half of all the earths population is in this now laying under someone with closed eyes and hope for better times.
You close your eyes and think of something else.
I see Miley Cyrus 's new video. My jaw is just hanging. She is porn. There is nothing but porn.
It is inspiring.
I get that many will write about her new video, they want to analyze. Porn.
People should talk about Angel Haze instead. She is way cooler.
Now we go on.
Grizzly Man porn version.
In which the bears goes wild.
The artistic question.
I built a tent of sticks and bed sheets.
Sat there a bit, started to think that there was someone outside, aborted.
Considering the involvement of alcohol in my life and work.
I am Grizzly Man, I live in a labor camp, it's 1917.
All children up here looks like Karl -Bertil Jonsson.
Feel like the world is made up of anorexic women in kerchiefs baking.
The German style.
With a handsome guy.
Go home yourself, look busy.
Are you with me?
Pet the dog.
I'm almost always thinking of that ox during a bullfight who jumped up in the stands where the audience sat, there was a long jump, you need to be really fucking angry to be able to jump that far. I feel like that always.
Almost all the time.
Or like the elephant in the circus who just suddenly got enough and stepped all over everything.
Its like that to be a girl.
Here we go.
Baby you're a firework.
You squirt all over the city. Over a crowd. Nice colors. A child will find your index finger when the snow melts.
Make them go: Ah Ah Ah .
While you are shooting up across the town town town.
On a radio station in a city that sort of goth under.
The rat in the Moscow metro .
-This situation is below me .
I can not really do nothing.
I'm basically the woman who writes letters to guys in jail.
I fight windmills .
(Katy Perry goes)
Boom boom boom even brighter than the moon moon moon .
Sitting naked on a wrecking ball, get urinary tract infection and sepsis.
Like in a war between me and the world.
As Katy Perry (yes again) in her latest video like Tarzan. The survivor. Destiny's child at least. Me Jane.
But you do not survive.
I have recently begun to understand that not all families consist of melancholy. Not everyone is in their little beds, staring at the ceiling and daydream about California ah yey.
On the radio.
If this is not the reality I am dreaming.
I am broken.
You are sex on a schtick .