COMMUNICATE

I hate when people listen to me. Then they expect things, totally unbased such various, in vain. I can't achieve under such circumstances. I prefere them looking at me. Only then they have a chance knowing what Im made of. As my eyes give me away, I think I represent myself best in those situations. Because, I have so much in my head and in my heart that there wouldn't be time to reveal it. Therefor, I asume you all se my potential, as the silence is my kind of violence. Maybe it will now be much more easier for you all in the very time of reading this. Also worth mentioning is that I don't really do that much talking if you'd ask me. I don't get that much out of it. I often have too much to say to fit in our minimalized lives. So I'll spare you that until you really want me to show you what I'm made of. In another kind of way. Follow this meanwhile. Subliming everyday.

If I could talk to you
I would
We would communicate
as we should
But there will always be a part of me
not letting myself set me free

Im all on my own now
Its fuckin wonderful, Oh how I hate it

IMMIGRANT

Am I going home? I'd like to believe you and your words. Wherever I will put my feet from now on, I will be an immigrant. Which is the hardest part; to make yourself at home or always find a way to return to what you know as home? Is it possible this two issues are merely the same? What will I see, and in what ways will my views be different from what I see here right now outside my window home in Överlida? Will I dare even look? I'm longing for you that it hurts. I'm aching for someone so much that I cry. Could it be me? Could I be calling for me?
These leaves are falling and the trees are blowing outside now. They blow for me, blow for me to move. I can feel they stir me. But now it's still. Have I found home? Is this the end or the beginning, and does it really matter?
For now, I can only cry. I cry me to new places, hurt for new waves and for you and me. Today I am a stranger, for tomorrow I am an immigrant. For ever.

Tomorrow I'm moving to London. Only here I will be at home.

MEMORIES

M E M O R I E S A R E TO B E H I D D E N

anyway

FOR LOOKING BACK IS FORBIDDEN

come what may

Election 06

HOW TO VOTE Film

VALUE

I may look odd and I am. I may act awkward but there aint no other way. Violence will always be a prt of me now. 'Cause Ive just found out something I thought but, was not to tear me apart. Heres how to forget all about it.

Gucci fashion and sound
Burberry campain fall/winter 06
Closer film opening and sound
Pandora
Thom Yorke The Eraser
Aphex Twin Electroshot
Levni at Ingredientx (Comic and Movie) -Thank you know who you are
Filmshow on a symposium on critical documents; Slowly learning to survive the desire to simplify; This Day, The revolution will not be televised at Galleri Box, in collaboration with Iaspis

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VALUE

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But I will do it

Maybe if I dont do what I dont want to do, I wont want what I now want. Of course that is, only then I learn how to wait and to appreciate the time between. And to test oneself in that way.
To understand and to know your time, you need to understand yourself.
So Anna, where are you going? Further.
What does it has to do with me? Everything.