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Archive for February 2012

I can hear you in the wind

February 27, 2012

You’re whispering the sweet words of murder and destruction… “Tumbled” upon this: Whoever fights monsters… Very interesting to read. I have no real reason to write anything today. I was outta house hearing if it’s possible to get a loan from my bank. It’s not. SHIT. Then I have to lend money from my ex […]

Giving myself away

February 27, 2012

That night I saw the ground crumble, I saw the cities fall like dry sand castles, gushes of wind blowing away bricks and cement blocks. Like they were light as feathers. Nothing but feathers. All light was gone. The aftershock hit the land in deep dark, shaking away the last fractures of human pride. One […]

Soul hunter

February 25, 2012

I see you walking up the street. At the sushi-bar you stop and look up. It’s early evening, sun is about to set. You can hardly stand. I see your left arm hanging useless on your side, half of it bandaged and fixed with red tape. There’s blood under your fingernails. I know it without […]

Where do you go, restless soul?

February 18, 2012

Listen to the city at night. Sounds like home, doesn’t it? Sounds like millions of innocent victims screaming. 201106* At times easy to see – The demon. The real me. 200307* Snowflakes And fresh blood – A perfect night. 29.11.05 — Some old poems from a series called AnOther Poems. I have written them “as […]

Failure

February 13, 2012

I found out yesterday that the psychiatrists who “treated” me when I was a teenager believed I had some sort personality disorder. I don’t get it why nobody told me this before. It explains many symptoms. This also made me do a couple of calls and find out where to get my old patient files. […]

Hunting

February 11, 2012

Today, I’ve thought a lot about hunting. People. It’s been coming a while and this week’s stress launched an aggressive period. I think and talk insane stuff. I think ONLY insane stuff. About killing. Detailed murders. Torture. I get more and more angry at people who try to “help” me. Who think they know best […]

Oni my love

February 6, 2012

(Not ED-E my love..) Let’s say I’m 1/3 done. 1 person out of three involved has given his permission, said I can have it. It sounds like mom knows where it is, so I have to first ask dad if he’s OK with me getting it, and then get it from mom. Dad and my […]