Question Existing

Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons
And undo my jeans, stare at myself in the mirror
Pick me apart, piece by piece
Sorrow decrease pressure release
I put in work did more than called upon
Put more than deserved when it was over
Did I wind up exhausted? yes
But it taught me before a decision, ask this question first

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?

Question Existing - slightly edited

Thursday evening - staying in the office post 2300 again,
question existing ... for who? ...why? ... can I endure some more?

And the real question is - what will be noticed.
This goes for all things we do:

. will a late night in the office change anything ?
. will my neighbours thank me for NOT throwing parties every weekend ?
. will someone care that I put my juice bottle in the recycle bin ?
. will my good intentions bee seen in my actions ?
. will you know what I feel ?
. will she know what she meant to me ?
. will he understand how much I valued him as a friend ?

Know now then that:
. you mean the world to me
. I value you more than the air I breathe
. I thought I did the right thing doing that there and then

I like to think that I'm pretty normal:
I laugh, I get mad, I hurt

Question existing - continued

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To cheer things up, enjoy the words of Mr Wordsworth,
his tribute to nature and the importance of maintaining your youth.
To preserve the child in us - your piety.

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Hmmm not much writings on my own hand today, but do I need to?
If I were obliged to do things in one way or another would it still be my little space, would it be my home of comfort and warmth.
Would this be my writing and feelings or would it just be a rehearsed play. - No!
Keeping it real is what it's all about - in the hood as well as here.

-Peace Niggaz!

Finally!

Overheard a dialogue at work today.
Two welleducated men in their late 20's and mid 40's respectively.
Both with leading roles in projects on the sales department.
The scenario:

The time is some 16:30, late enough to go home.
Younger guy puts his coat on and turns his back and starts walking out -
Older guy directs a "Good evening" his way and this is where the climax approaches.
The twist of the story - the younger guy has to reply
"No I am actually just going out for a smoke"
His only reply was silence but in his mind he knew ...

Finally! As Gert Fylking would have screamed, smoking is now deported to a low-life non-accepted activity that is seen upon as a flaw on a character. (I might have drawn a bit to far-fetched conclusion based just on this incident, but the signs are there.)

The link above, direct you dear reader to the svt.se archives where the first installment of the Gert Fylking's "Finally"-action takes place on the 1991 Nobel Prize nominations. That year saw
the South African female writer Nadine Gordimer win.

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Mathematician as I am humour on this level amuses me:

Source

So what will my approach be then?
Well time and 2008 will tell.
Heaven ... and Phil ... knows I can't hurry love!

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Fan nu hade det smakat med en snus! :)

Stallone vs. Maradona

As a kid, roaming the streets of Strömtorp in the mid-80's, I remember having two idols. Depending on the occassion and what game we played - you would either want to be Rambo or Maradona. The former one in war games and well surprisingly the latter one when we played fotball.

Seeing how time has treated them, I'd say Stallone came out the winner - and with postproduction going on for Rambo IV you could even say time has stood still :)

To the left: Hand of God - To the right: Hand of Ragnaros?

From full throttle killing machine to - well the same

The most fascinating thing about this isn't the fact that two boys run around the streets playing games and imitating their idols or whatever. The thing is that I at that point hadn't seen a second of Maradona's football playing, nor had I seen Rambo - First Blood - but I knew damn well what a "Rambo knife" was. Every boy HAD to have one, preferably with compass in the hilt and a lid you could take off to store matches and fish hooks.

This was somewhere around 1986 I suppose. If the same thing were to happen today - 6 year old kids showing fascination over knifes, soft air guns, fire and arson and mayhem in general - I guess you would see involvment of social authorities, sudden removal from your home. But I came out of it without any major issues. Not that I am issue-free, but those ones have other heritage.


Today my idols range from Dave Gahan - an ex. heroin addict to my soon-to-be 4 year old niece.
(Jan 19th, congratulations in advance)

Heia Norge !