möte i en hiss

De mörkt vinröda dörrarna gled sakta igen och just som de skulle slå igen stacks en välmanikerad hand in i springan, dörren gled upp med ett lätt surrande och allt eftersom avslöjades en smal arm med ett antal armband och sedan en ung kvinna i blåjeans och en lejongul halterneck tunika . När mina ögon mötte hennes nästan dog jag, av alla jag kunde ha sprungit in i på ett hotell stod här Miley Cyrus. Halsen snörde ihop sig och orden fastnade i bröstet medan hissen sakta åkte neråt. Den glada trudelutten som som spelats i hissen på heltid gjorde att min puls skenade och jag kände hur svetten samlades i mina handflator. "Hej jag heter Marie." "Hej jag är ditt största fan." "Hej vad gör du i den här stan?" hälsningsfraserna strömade genom hjärnan men inget kom fram, det här var ju den stora idolen, tjejen jag såg på TV varje dag och under de senaste månaderna hade jag lärt mig alla hennes låtar. Mamma säger jämt att jag tillber henne som något sorts gud. Just som hissen stannade på entréplan härdes ett utdraget prrft genom hissen, sångerskan tittade ner i mattan, rodnade lätt och lämnade hissen så fort hon bara kunde. Hon lämnade en lätt odör efter sig och ig med tefatsstora ögon då jag insåg att min idol bara var mänsklig.

Info and stuff

As my international readers might see I have posted in swedish, this will happen a lot in the future I hope as I am writting challanges posted on a writterscoaches blogg, with some hope it might enhance my litterary skills, if not then it is a nice past time, don't be affraid I will keep posting in english just for you guys, but trust me it wont be anymore regular than before.
lots of love to all of you, stay strong and keep your spirits up, no matter what keep your heart true and pursue your dreams.
in my ears
Blasphemy

SkrivPuff Rosa

Hon såg ingenting, inte hans genomträngande klarblå ögon, hans tjocka rågblonda hår, den vältränade kroppen som vittnade om hans passion för simning. Allt hon såg var den randiga skjortan, den rosa randiga skjortan. Hon såg en känslig man som grät öppet när Titanic sjunker och historien inte får ett lyckligt slut, hon såg en kille som fortfarande älskade sin mamma och sa det till henne. Hennes ögon förmedlade en dansbands fantast i gabardinbyxor och nylonkavaj, en man som beställer paraplydrinkar när han går ut med grabbgänget trotts att de andra dricker öl eller whiskey. Den man hon kunde se gick genom parken en kall vinterdag men den han höll i handen var inte henne utan en annan ansiktslös man. Det nästan oskuldsfulla leendet som spelade på hans läppar fick henne att fatta ettbeslut. Hon log lite och lutade sig fram, hon fick tala rätt högt för att han skulle höra henne över den rytmiskt dunkande bassen.
- Nej tack, Kanske en annan gång.
Han ryckte på axlarna och lämnade henne stående vid det höga mingelbordet, Han gick genom folkhopen som rytmiskt dansade till musiken. När han försvunnit utom synhåll visste hon inte villken framtid hon just nobbat, då hon inte kunde se förbi sina egna fördomar. Om de nu var fördomar

a thousand to one and a million to two

I'm at writtersgroup again, as allways it is great fun here they are probably one of the few groups of people that I can relate to here in town. I'm strugling with keeping focus of what I writte so if someone want to keep track of me and help me keep in check please do

in my ears

Vox populi

the wicked twists of life and what i think about them

so yes I know how long it is since I blogged, but I am now aren't I? since last I have finished up Firecharmer and it is now being read by a couple of fucking brilliant persons so I hope to finish it before summer.

I have turned the respectable age of 23 and recived the single best pressent so far, a tripp to see 30STM from Anna who is now a UK recident. I wish her the best of luck, she will be one of the most important people in my life even if she moves to the moon and I never see her again so the UK isn't that far away....

The 30STM show was brilliant I was hyped on adrenaline for hours after and it is to date one of the best things I've done.

I have recently gotten half a horse and a million of books, and i'm seriously considering going back to uni as a litterature major.

on a lot sader note I found out on my birthday that my aunt has a brain tumor, they think it will be alright but we really don't know anything yet, that is a illness i really don't trust. She'll be in my thoughts for a long while ahead.

About the horse, his name is Thor and he is black and gorgeous i'll try to get a pic to share with you guys ASAP.

i'm feeling more centered than before and it is like i have a confidence to i didn't have before I also have more Ideas before and i suspect you all will hear from Goxes, Hashuri and Mansei soon among others since they are major players in one of my projects, an other project is on a boat and i'm writting a little on it each day.

Love hard stay safe and take these words with you

"The less you bet the more you lose when you win"

in my ears

heart on my sleeve

life and death to young for it all

so as i was drawing it struck me, there is so many that gets robbed of their lives. Some by brute force where noone could have seen it comming. One of them is Matthew Sheppard. He was murdered for his sexuallity.





















others die in freak acidents like Brandon lee that was shot at the set of the first crow movie.














there is active suicide like that of Jonathan Brandis a young man that could have come a long way.

or not as active suicide by various adictions one of those men are Glenn Quinn.

I admired all these men but for different reasons. some died before I really knew much about them others while I was aware. It hurts my soul to see young lives shut down like that but it makes me resolute as well it makes me want to succed and reach my dreams, so that somehow they have achived that by their death, they inspired someone to a great length. I would Love to talk to them especially Jonathan and Glenn that died by their own hand, I wish I had been a friend of theirs so that i cold atleast know I did what I could. I hope I wont have to bury any friends, but if I will have to I hope I have done all I can for them, sometimes there is just nothing that really helps, I just hope that wont happen anytime soon.

with this said, remeber this I LOVE YOU and that nothing is trivial, everything matters no matter how small, and each second could be the last so make sure you are happy with how you lived it.

in my ears
Lyke Walk dirge

first day of the year

Hi all
i was gonna post this blogg about the past decade but since blogger goes dead when i try leave me a line i'll give it to you.

how did you start your new year? I lived by my thought to live for the moment and jumped off a roof. Yes, I mean that. I shoveled snow off of Annas houses roof and after I jumped it was funny and I hae no regrets. don't need any. Now after shovling snow for hours we're heading for the sauna and then we're watching tv or a movie just relaxing. probably talk to some people cause you know it is fun. I'm drawing some charcoals too :D

got any resolutions this year? mine is normaly to not have any, but this year I wove to live full out everyday!

it is 10 years since we celebrated the start this millenium do you still remember what you did then?

I've fixed the comment malfuncion so feel free to drop a note

in my ears
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx5dCD90vB8