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-NEVER TAKE FRIENDSHIP PERSONAL
also a song by anberlin which might be quoted in this text....

or maybe we'll simply start with the whole lyrics first:
"Never Take Friendship Personal"

There's a hatchet got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating, (intoxicating)
When you're doing this alone
Gun, rope, brick on the way
But words have no meaning when its you that says
I really do care, no baby I, I really do care!

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Once a skeptic, now the critic
And you think that you finally found a place of your own.
Amongst the cold and timid souls
Where only failure knows your name

Look around for the closest to blame
But look no further than the hands beneath your arms
and now your 6 feet down, buried with,
with your passing fame fame fame fame.

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Oh, oh, oh, you lie
Tell me something more than what you tried to hide
If you can't find yourself, then how can I expect to find you.
Oh, oh, oh, you cry
Tell me something more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
But a life without reason, your life has no purpose
Your life has no reason, your life has no purpose

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

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The story begins on a tuesday morning, pretty alike this one, actually. The wind was blowing
rougly at the shipyard and we both knew the previous night it was going to be a rough day...
Though the sun appeared sometime during the day, it was born to be a rough day!
As I might have stated previously one of my firm beliefs is that love is metaphysical gravity and also as I have quoted Nikolas Tezla with:“If you want to understand
the universe, think in terms
of energy, frequency, and
vibration.”
So, these are highly likely to be matched together, right?
I'm going to make a mathematical formula of this and test it sometime, but there's a time to be intelligent, and there is time when you're supposed to tell a story.
So, we've been through our battles Decent Horngrim and I, but i knew that this time it's different.
I decided to face IT head on, when i realized IT was actually talking to me again.
I asked him what IT had been up to lately?I told the word on the streets was that IT had been hanging around with someone looking like a replica of me.
And if it was true?
Decent Horngrim denied it all and started talking about drawing IT's blood the previous night for the first time in IT's life.
Shocked by all the detailed truths and lost in translation I simply couldn't stumble around any of my petty problems any more. The road to hell had finally revealed IT's face to me again.
You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but i started to sing, so I'm sure the whole shipyard could hear my voice.

“If you can't find yourself, how can I expect to find you?”

So i started thinking about gifts...I know it's stupid, but if you throw out gifts out in the open space something will surely come back?
And there it was when I came back, like lightning from blue sky, and I opened up.
HORNGRIM?
IT took a hike, not literally, but i forced IT out the door for a while.
Through the last shocks, nothing could surprise me or shock me anymore, or at least so I thought...
Standing on the ground with nothing but a shoebox in my hands I was nothing more than a zero written on paperthin mache.
With absolutely nothing to lose I took IT in my own hands, and IT got out of control again. Horngrim had done it again and I'm completely lost.

To be continued...

why does women have to think so much?

How do you know where the crush ends and love begins?


i've always wanted to know...

*inspired by placebo*
what are you?x4
make me confused
i am abused
make me amused
so i don't feel used
i've never used
your placebo
to feel great
but i did not use
your placebo,
for my own sake

your placebo
makes me yell for you to bite me
your placebo
in your placebo

wishing for trust
i didn't mean lust
but what can u do?
when placebo offers you?
i didn't mean
to crush u
im obscene
i didn't mean
to cause collapse, placebo

i mean it, really dead serious...
im sure there must have been a storm sometime where someone has died...

actually, what's on my mind today has to do with "FAITH", "Religion", "Psychology" etc. etc.
or self/mass/media suggestion(s), hypnosis, NLP or other...
man this will be a bit deep, but i hope you'll be able to follow.
im not sure if im going to round up by making a conclusion or say what's right or wrong, it's not really up to me...
i will present some views though, and i really hope to not offend anyone, so if you're a religious person, i hope you'll understand this is nothing against anyone believing in anything or anyone.
i just ask the questions, ok?
so, where should i start?

I have no idea about your background, but let's us assume for a second that
you have absolutely no experience of faith or any religious experience.
Can you try to imagine that?
ok, lets begin with analyzing what faith really is then, or what i might be, or how it might be used.
-what a sentence?:D
Just the other day i was watching this really interesting episode of "house M.D"
I'm sure most of you are familar with the show and you probably either love or hate it.
Anyway, the story was about this 15 year old kid that was "an instrument" of god. A "faith healer" etc. etc.
"Dearest child has many names", it's said at least...
i could analyze that one too up and down, but that's a different story...

so, where was i?
so you see...Some people seem to be "weaker" in the way that they need to belong to something and or somewhere.(someone?)
there's actually really nothing wrong with that desire, we were born as social creatures anyway. And then we have some others that need to own something, someplace and someone.
I will adjust and add more and more thoughts to this...my head is not working properly as i've got a temperature and will need to stop there for a second, some hours or a day:p

Ill, norwegian guy seeks assistant for care=)
required skills are as follows:
*kind
*generous
*able to move out the front door, hihi
*be an experienced practiotioner of soft medicine
*some other medical experience a plus, but not a requirement.

worktasks:
*go to store and get mynthons and the new donald duck;)
*practice soft medicine
*change files on the computer if i want to watch another show than the one that's on
and other unexpected tasks that may arise

salary:
*a decent returnfavor
*an adventure in getting to know me,haha
*the wonder secrets of soft medicine
*gain more experience for later...
and maybe more...hahaha

i mean it, SPV(yeah yeah, avoiding cursing)
there is soo much on my mind, but i don't have the strenght to tell u all about it cause im also still ill as hell...
wow, life is sometimes a decent rollercoaster...

im getting the evening temperature back up so im just hitting the mattress hard and watching house!=)
sorry if u didn't catch me today:D

Man oh man....
I'm ill you know...with high temperature and everything...And I'm still feeling happy as hell...
WHY?

i have no idea, to be honest. i feel i've gotten closure on many issues in my life.
people that hurt me, annoy me, misuse my blue eyes, simply use me for their own agenda etc. etc.
A GREAT many of them are OUT!
I feel fantastic!=)
and im sure it will go well at the doctors tomorrow:)
which means, on thursday or friday im off to workpractise!!!
YEAH BABY!
soon there will be rolling money into my bank account again...
oh sweet freedom(not my guitar)

more ramblings about everything later=) -Do what your horoscope says, dammit;)

I wanna scream your name to see how much my lungs hurt!
Apparently nothing can hurt me anymore, I'm immune by your torture.
Please don't spill my blood.
I can always go back to the war
I can always go back to the war

I won't spill a drop for you
I have my guns and am not afraid anymore
They'll never know what hit them when I'm back in arms
and not an afraid soldier, but a pure warrior.

Cause I can always go back to the war...
what more is there to live for, than to fight
for the right for my existance
to bring me the peace of mind

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WHATEVER,
thanks...