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fredag den 29. oktober 2010

Street'n

Byen er en konstant men umådelig langsom krig
som blusser op, og dæmper sig igen
mellem de,
som fyrer graffitti, junk, punk, crap, cash, trash, n' cigarettes
og dem
 der prøver at holde byen sober, ren, ordentlig... såkaldt anstændig
OG DEM
som midt i mellem
hastigt og febrilskt

egentlig bare prøver at indfinde sig hverdagen








Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.
-Octavio Paz
 

Proven Love ?

Pigensiger: ''Jeg elsker dig''. drengen siger: ''Hvor højt?''. Pigen siger:''Mere end mit eget liv''. drengen siger: ''Jamen så har du ikke mødtmin ven, han er flottere end mig og står lige bag dig''. Pigen kigger tilbage og siger: ''Der er jo ikke nogen?''. Drengen siger: ''Hvis du virkelig elskede mig så ville du ikke ha' kigget tilbage.



"A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motor cycle.
Girl: Slow down, were going too fast. I'm scared!
Boy: Come on, I know what I'm doing. You're having fun right?
Girl: NO. Please stop. I'm really scared!!!
Boy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down!
Boy: Give me a hug.
-girls hugs him-
Boy: Take my helmet off and put it on yourself. It's bugging me.


In the paper the next day:
"A motorcycle has crashed into a building due to break failure. Two people found, only one survived."


The Truth:
Halfway down the road the boy found out the brakes were broken. He didn't want to worry the girl by telling her this so he didn't tell her. He knew there be a chance that they would die. So he thought maybe if he gave her the helmet she would have a chance of living and making it out. So he made her hug him , kiss him, and tell him she loved him one last time because he knew there would be a slight chance she could make it and he took that chance to save her. He knew he loved her enough to sacrifice his life and he did it just for her."


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Disse  tekster har jeg fundet florerende på nettet.
Jeg har det ambivalent med dem.

onsdag den 13. oktober 2010

Hej, jeg er Magnus.
Da jeg var 14 lærte jeg gennem TV
At man skal skære på langs
og ikke på tværs
af pulsåren

fredag den 1. oktober 2010

Magisk Nattegn

jeg kører ned langs reolerne med mit scannende blik indtil jeg finder en bog af kaliber;
Klaus Rifbjerg, den laban.

"Jeg lagde uniformskasketten i buret
og gik ud med fuglen på hovedet
Hov der
Hilser man ikke
Spurgte kommandanten?
Nej
Man hilser ikke
Svarede fuglen
Nå godt
Undskyld jeg troede man hilste
Svarede kommandanten
I er alle undskyldt enhver kan tage fejl
Sagde fuglen"

Jeg kan godt lide dette digt. Handlingen er jo ikke den store, men strukturen er genial