We are kind of keeping the Pink floyd theme here.
No, we, are, keeping the Pink floyd theme here.
Here, today, in Rävemåla.
So I went for a walk, to the east side stoners and the north side hoes.
I was gone about 1 hour. I pumped her about 5 times. At the gas station. No, I don't have a car. And the Subaru wouldn't go. Did you know they couldn't sell the Chevy Nova in South America, because No Va mean doesn't go.
But I did go, and on a stig, as I told I would. I found two benches.
One yellow, metal. No not a metal band, but Wasaskolan, it said so, on the bench.
The other bench was wooden.
I saw an Iranian family; an Iranian guy.
And on the way home was my chance, a 30-year old gal, was walking/running, in you know those tight black pants, and did so beside me and said ''Hej, Hej'', I mustered a ''Hej''. Wow, I didn't know we had women in this town.
As comfortably numb is pumping, I actually walked the stig two times, the other time backwards the stig. I went by the church and figured I would stroll around the gravestones, might be peaceful and giving, but was there right at mass 11:00; and well that was a downer, because I wanted to walk in the graveyard, and was too scared to go to, and to go through, the big, open door at the church. Last sunday anna said they didn't have mass here. Lying whore! You don't lie about church.
Amazing powers of observation, the author shouldn't give it away, first I thought it would be interesting, then I thought I would just make it ironically banal. Like a five year-old wrote it. I also went by a retirement home. At least I think it was a retirement home. Then I went by one house, and for half-second imagined Josefine and I settling there. You are really brilliant, like Döderhultaren in Oskarshamn, what were you wearing? Like the picture, the corduroy psychiatrist jacket and shorts, and phish tshirt, burgundy socks, Selected shoes, and as I walked home figured I should comb the back of my hair as it was rough-edge and the gal in black pants saw that and would have said ''Hej, you want to come over for fika''. Did you know there is no word for, fika in English? The redaktionen have written me off as some gigantic loser with self-consciousness problems and occasional violent content; perhaps if I write about the redaktionen in every piece nothing will happen. I am in to Gandhi, passive resistance, sometimes. It never works. Especially with the police when they tell you to take your shoes off, you still piss positive for stesolid; good thing it was prescribed, they let me off. I had two condoms in my wallet at that time too. Have you ever hit on a police woman? Not that I know. They always hit on me on the phone though. Why would they do that? Because they want government secrets. My ''far'' works for Argonne National Laboratories in Usa, a goverment run deal; he even has an epost address ending in gov. Did you know adress in Swedish is spelled adress and address in English is spelled address. Well lagom doesn't exist in English either; closest is ''just right''. As gilmour is pumping it out again. I call it stoner's paradise, just putting a song on repeat.
The first time I saw Pink Floyd The Wall I was a high schooler, and we were about 5 that saw it at the OmniMax in Chicago. I nearly tripped and flipped out at the beginning with the mickey mouse watch and arm and had the thought war is the stupidest thing there is. I also had the feeling the kid flying the plane in church was really Powerful. Was it potent pot? Yeah.