Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Lars Laser - Grasshopper (Gotgatan AM Remix)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
From the A to the C2
I dont know how many times we played this song the late summer of 05 !
Did u count it O ??
e
Mind your manners
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wu tang clan!!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Poppin them thangs
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Whell.....
This is not really our cup of tea.....but it is mine...I looove this, but the song is not the point this time, because I watch this whitout sound and it was stil sexy....That we do like @ JFK....We like sexy.....Enjoy....
and Cassie is not even in it.......(so dont mind the pissed of girl...)
e
Monday, September 15, 2008
Between life and death
According to greek mythology Styx is an underground river that works like a border between the current life and the kingdom of death.
It tells a story about Charon. The ferryman who transported the dead over the river Styx to finally deliver them to Hades. What you would do is that you would place a coin (an Obol) under the dead mans tounge which later would be used as payment. Without a coin you would have to spend an eternity between life and death. Neither living nor dead. But some (both Romans and Greeks) reject this theory like Dante for example. You know the Italian writer who describes his journey through hell and the purgatory in La Divina Commedia or The Divine Comedy. They are simply suggesting that Charon didn't bring the dead across the river Styx but over the river Acheron instead. Like other rivers Styx had a goddess or a nymph if you will named after it. She was married to the titan Pallas and together they had a dotter, the goddess of victory Nike.
Nice talking to you all..
C
Positivity Inc.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Kanye IS king !
Try to hit you with 'Ouer de Whopee' /
Till I gets flashed by the paparazzis /
Damn, this ni**as got me /
I hate these ni**as more than the nazis /
e
Slowmotion better than no motion
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Don Rimini - Hools
He is out to get you all!
Due to my lack of inspiration and the fact that my self critisim has tortured me into feeling like a fat 14 year old girl with suicide thoughts. But instead of writing you something or killing myself I would like to share theese songs that might bring some joy to your otherwise meaningless lifes.
Cut Copy - Lights And Music (Moulinex Remix) (Uhohdisco.com)
The Cars - You Might Think
Joy Division - Transmission
C
Ragga"furr"aj!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sweetest taboo
On the contrary to what my dear friend wrote I would say that being drunk is not taboo. I would rather argue that people sometimes tend to get jealous when others have more fun than them and therefore makes condescending remarks about them, someone you might label as a “hater”, and nobody captures the essence of haters better than Mr. Katt Williams. “They don’t hate you, they hate good shit, they used to want good shit than good shit didn’t happen to them”.
But enough about that, taboos is what really got me puzzled, or rather the fact that are almost no taboos left in our society. And I think that’s a pity, part of the fun of getting shit-faced on a funeral, making jokes about Josef Fritzl or just peeing in public is the taboo of doing so. And as more and more taboos disappears things tend to get less and less funny. Stand up comedians has to go to absurd lengths to find new taboos to rant about, joking about dick sucking just doesn’t do the trick anymore. So please, try to preserve some of our precious taboos.
O
Monday, September 8, 2008
Big or small......
Every now and then I pause my life to enjoy different small things or thangs....
They really dont my life better in the long run, but it makes it fuckin brilliant for the moment.
I like this about myself, that I can feel like a grizzly bear ate me for dinner, pooped me out just to pee on the vomit.....But still I can to theese small things and feel like a million bucks for a couple of minutes and then mount everyday with a smile or at least a grin.....I live and die for those small things .....So if you see me smile.....you know why.....
e
Being drunk - Taboo
I like myself, I really do. Some people might think I don't cuz I drink alot and quite frankly treat my body like crap. Like now for example. I wouldn't feel like ear fucking you guys without a whiskey. Anyway. A friend of mine threw a party last weekend which i attended the shit out of. A little to much for some.
I'd never realized that people can be so easily offended. When did people stop having fun when they are out getting their freak on? Alcohol used to be the secret recipe for ugly, stupid or ordinairy shy people.
Ugly farts could just approach the bar and order 6 cl of pure self esteem making them feel like Johnny Depp. I experienced a group of people sitting in a couch small talking about a random drunk guy "embarrissing" himself. Being drunk is evedently a taboo.
Sorry about your t-shirt Oskar..
C
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
This is when I knew how to...
I use to know how to...
You so crazy
Hey dude, you know what would be really funny, if you would like, just go to the Idol audition and just, you know sing, but sing badly and like dress up in an overall, and maybe a cowboy hat, and just dance around, like totally ironic.
I wanna!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The modern pedophelia of our time.
There is a group of people i really despise. It's the younger middle aged guy in his opinion best years who owns his own and first business. He have probably inheritaded it from his father or started with a friend. It is most likely a café or a shop of some kind. That makes him a local celebrity. And what he does is that he hires young, cute girls who in fact suck at the job they were hired to do but are kind of nice to look at. The girls on the other hand are young, insecure and actually believing that they were hired based on there personality and awesome ability to make a macchiato with soy milk. I hate to burst your bubble but that's a fucking lie. But who can blame them? He invites them to all kinds of staff parties and other funny activities. And it's fun, it's probably their first job so they feel well taken care of and he's "so kind". But he all he actually does is mentally masturbating of a to me fictitious moment were he after closing time fucks the living shit out of them.
C
Whats the matter with you rock?
Cry myself a river build a bridge and get over it .......
Well let me do this, just once and then I’m done. I have to write about it I have to vent it. This fucking thing we call love, I don’t want to be bitter and say “Fuck love” or anything because I believe in love and I live on love, I create on love. That’s why since I lost my love I have not produced a single thing. Not one picture, not one painting not even a little text or verse. I'm trying everyday to create and everyday I fail......But I’m starting to feel it bubbling inside me and I feel that there is things I have to create.
But my heart is broken, so I have to learn a new way to create. Allot of people create more when they are unhappy, bitter or heartbroken.....I don’t. I create on love and on happiness.....on the power that my lovely girl gave me.
But now I don’t have any love BUT I haven’t transformed into a bitter Swedish version of Hank Moody…. I’m not drowning in a sea of pointless pussy. Trust me on that one.
I started to get a lot of work again after the summer-coma, I’m trying to create pictures that I already created back in the spring in my head or from my blackbook. That’s always something…….is it not ?
I’m trying to get back, I’m trying hard. I need love but I don’t want new love.
But like a wise man once said (the Moodiest of the Moodys) :
“Life is to short to dance with fat chicks”
How the fuck am I going to get out of this one? Any ideas?
e