Schizophrenic conversations

Fin helg, fina människor.

Åh, med er kära vänner minns jag liv och leverne.

Var ute med min käre Josephine i fredags, hennes gamla spanienroomie, hans folk och mina nya vän Lasse. Det var fantastiskt kul, alkoholen flödade, jag bråkade med vakter, jag dansade lite. Jag skrattade mycket såsom det ska vara.

I lördags var jag hos bästa Calle och Helena i vackra Ängsvik. Calle har gått och fyllt rockstjärna, 27 år. Visst tusan skulle det firas med buller, bång och dansband(?), obviously, yes. Grymt, grymt, grymt. Återigen lät vi alkoholen flöda som om gårdagen var ett dumt påhitt och morgondagen inte fanns. Söndagen gjorde vi det enda rätta och gjorde slut på alla de vinflaskor Calle fått i födelsedagspresent. Det var fint. Vin och människor. En och annan överraskning. Vi tar det en annan gång, just sayin' best case scenario, you'll be the one breaking hearts this time around.

Aaahw, jag måste sova nu, min kropp har tagit adjö av mitt huvud.

Puss mina saltgurkor

Bild: Bjuder på den, sådär i efterhand

Åh se se å fint.

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)

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We're painted in to a corner. It's about leaping out in to the darkness, the moist paint, taking a chance and potentially burning all that could have been. Our turning around. Face the corner, accepting, loving the fact we're in that corner for a reason.

Jag ska ta mig ut ur detta. Ur det jag är. Veckla ut min sargade vingar och flyga iväg till en mer harmonisk tystnad, där skrik inte är något som anses normalt.

Jag dansar i melankoli.
Sveper det förflutna omkring mig som en mantel.
Jag andas nostalgi även då det bränner mina lungor.