Thursday, November 26, 2009

New Moon

Flora says she missed me.
Her hair is grayer now.
Don't ask me how.
It just is.

I saw New Moon when I was back home in the cold.
I should have played all the characters.
Well. Maby in the next one I will.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

where I am

They rebuilt the old stationshouse to a ghosthouse.
Then to Swedens first casino.

I never been there though.
I can't gamble with my dreams.

long time no see

I' m in Sweden.
It's very dark here.
All the time.
Everybody's pale.

Mum wount let go of my hand.
Or maby it's me that wount let go.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Tonight I dreamt about a hedgehog.
I tried having it as a pet.
She was very scared at first and had no name.
Then we became friends.
She even slept in my bed.
I protected her.

I really want a hedgehog now.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Coming at you

I served a knuckle sandwich today, as T would have said.
I did.
It hit right on the cheek joint and the guy fell to the floor like jacked lumber.
I felt good.
Flora felt bad.
The guy was mad.
But he groped me.
And I didn't charge anything for the knuckles.
Nor the complimentary kick right on his balls.
My Phys ed soccer freak teacher would have been proud if he saw that kick.

Stay frosty. Or beware my almighty anger. It is.

Friday, November 6, 2009

cocks and fingerfucking

After the boyfriend who had slime in his mouth, I met another one.
His name was Martin.
Martin was very tall.
He had brown eyes, big hands (long fingers), a huge cock and t-shirts that were too small.

Martin was kind of sweet.
But I don't think he ever understood me.
When I told him that I did'nt want to sleep with him, he said that was totally ok and then he fucked me with his fingers.
I never understood him either.

His fingers were so long.
I could feel him poke my cervix.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


Dear Hope.
You don't know me, but I know you.
Or at least I feel like I do.

You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
You made believe in my future.

You are everything I want to be, you have already done everything I want to do.

I love you.
I look up to you.

Are you happy?
I feel like you are not.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Food and Macbeth

I have been away for a while.
Not away away.
Just away.

Been feeling a little under the weather.
Fainted at work.
Poor Flora was so worried.
Sent me home. (Sorry Kim)

I'm trying to eat again.
It hurts, and also I feel like the food is making me crazy.
Out of my mind.
But I'm trying.
And I will also try not to communicate only with quotes from Macbeth.


Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires
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