tysdag, august 12

i am on a lonely road and i am traveling. traveling, traveling, traveling. looking for 
something, what can it be. oh i hate you some, i hate you some, i love you some.
oh i love you when i forget about me. i want to be strong i want to laugh along i want
to belong to the living. alive, alive, i want to get up and jive. i want to wreck my stockings
 in some juke box dive. do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me 
baby. do you want to take a chance on maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
well, come on
- joni m.

måndag, august 11

come fly with me. inn i hausten
velkommen. kva kan du by på i år?

laurdag, august 9

når eg skal få meg eit hus, skal eg sikre for at eg kan sjå postkassene
frå vindauget mitt. då kan eg sitje der om morgonen og sjå kor glade og 
overraska folk blir. så kan eg leve på den lykkerusen resten av dagen


onsdag, august 6

når skal eg skrive ein slik tekst? kanskje aldri
a girl disappearing to some secret prison. behind her eyes she whispers "big surprise there was no protection by this urban light, so I'm running to a constellation where they can still see you". envy can spread herself so thinly she slipped in before I could notice it.

-Tori A.