"I wanna write for the sky.
It tells its story. its deep, its mysterious,
its like a fairy tale.
Deep. Like an ocean.
Like a surrealistic painting of a far planet.
it's the march of the dead.
this sky'layer' is so fucking huge! like you can walk it......"
written by magnus on his phone, supposedly 28. of dec, supposedly at 8 in the morning ,
while not having any sense of time, being partly drunk, and not been sleeping for 18 hours. thats how i recall my state, anyhow.