Jag skriver bara här när jag pluggar. Bloggen är en bra sak att ha vid sidan av kurslitteraturen. Citeten kommer ibland från det jag läser i böckerna. Visst blir jag distraherad, men jag måste ha något att vila tankarna på.

"Om vi inte upplever och låter oss beröras känslomässigt av fridfulla, sköna ögonblick och av livets existentiella dimensioner, stängs vi inne i civilisationens grepp utan att ens förstå ofriheten i den."
Erling Voss Dale

I'm dead

I died long ago but my spirit still roams (Incorporeal)

Unwanted in heaven, forgotten in hell as on earth (Incorporeal)

I don't want to stay here, it seams that I'll never be free

Oh can you hear me? (no)

Jag vet inget om mexikanska döskallar, bara det att dom är jävligt vackra. Handlar det inte om att fira de döda istället för att sörja dom? Jag måste läsa på. Eller kan någon förklara för mig vad de symboliserar?

I'll go my own way!

Behöver bilden ens någon text? Den säger ju allt!

Är jag född, så vill jag leva!!!

Jag skulle ge min högra hand för att få veta vad de här människorna tänkte. Först kapa en helikopter och sen utföra ett spektakulärt rån, jag menar är det inte lite beundransvärt?

"KARLAR OCH RIKEDOM ÄR INTE ALLT! Ty det finns fler underverk i din värld"

Ett citat av min bästa vän, Mio Benjaminsen.

Det bästa man kan äta enligt mig är frukt. Gärna i form av en smothie!

Min favoritsmothie innehåller

• vindruvor
• jordgubbar
• blåbär
• banan

Hur ofta händer det inte att bananerna hemma hinner bli gamla långt före man hunnit äta dem? Alldeles för ofta! Men här kommer ett tips till er som ogillar att slänga bananer.

Skala bananen och lägg den i en fryspåse, sen in i frysen tills du vill äta den. Passar bra på pizza eller i en smothie. Men ta upp bananen en timme innan du har tänkt använda den så att den hinner tina upp.

You've read the story of Jesse James--
Of how he lived and died;
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They're not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate the law--
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."

The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it's fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy:
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."

The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights--
We aren't working nights--
We're joining the NRA."

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too smart or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.

Some day they'll go down together;
They'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief--
To the law a relief--
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

I've been searching
For the dolphins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder
Do you ever think of me