Direktlänk till inlägg 24 juli 2010
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Your were the perfect drug for me
the one that kept me safe and sound
Your body and soul were like made to be mine
- Now lost, and no more to be found
Your touch was opium for my pain
in poppy-fields we spent our nights
I´m silent now, awash in tears
- No flowers left, no one to hold me tight
Your words the methedrine that kept me
going when my strength was gone;
from making love or fighting nightmares
- Now I´m out cold, and can´t hold on.
As I said in my earlier notes, it has as of today been twenty years since the death of my uncle. Twenty long years of paranoia, fear and though suppressed by endless effort… a certain apprehension. I know in my bones that but for a mir...
My days I spend in loneliness mind-numbing Into this unlife forced by bitter fate Each day´s the same as all the ones before it No fear, no faith nor love or even hate Prime solace found in grapes so sweet, fermented Kind Bacchu...
(Som alltid: copyright C. Landgren 2012 -> ) I woke one Christmas morningand the snow fell mixed with soot,I went outside to try to seewhatever was afootWith my eyes up to the skyI saw the strangest sight;wreathéd in a cloud of steamwas S:t ...
Queer- och Critical TheoryJa, mina vänner, som ni ser håller jag mig inom samma sfär som som i diskussionen runt Asplund och hans strävan att finna betydelsen bakom fenomenen. Här tänker jag dock inte försök ta reda på vad queerteorin betyder, utan ...
I was in a spot of trouble back in 1886flat out broke in ragged clothes and shoes that´d sprung a-leakhaving run afoul of villains full of truly wicked tricksand my days lately turned into an endless hide-and-seek By the Queen condemned "a he...
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