Monday, February 11, 2008

Badarsle



Habe gerade einen Idée bekommen, von nirgendwo. Ich wollte auf Deutsch schreiben, weil ich Virginija vermisse. Verstehst du "badarsle" Virginija? Es ist sowie "Bad-arsch" auf Deutsch. Sehr lustig in meinem einfachen Kopf.
Liebe Grüsse.
Borgå ist fast nur scheisse.

Och så till en annan oväsentlighet;
Det bara ropar i mig att föröka dig, fort, när jag känner doften av den här karln. Jag ids inte ens försöka förklara ett sånt fenomen, för det har säkert bara med dumbiologi att göra.

Another unimportancy (I know that´s not a word, but come on, it´s nice);
Why is it that one can only do one thing a time? If I have a job, I cannot make music. If I make music, I cannot have a job. So what is it that I want to do, have a job or make music? Maybe make music AND have that as a job? Impossible! Come on, no-one pays for music anymore, and I am not good enough, cause I am from Europe and I´ve grown up knowing I am fucking nothing! You can´t have any dreams here! Get real and stop dreaming, that´s what I´ve been told since I was 16 and ran around in town and glued Loesje-posters up the walls. No-one´s gonna notice that! So get an education and stay down with your boring stupid feet on the ground.
You know what? I still want to say NO!

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