dette dukket opp.

Smudge and galore.
I found this.

The band is playing for you, yeah you! It's a rock n roll tune, they are singing about your beautiful red hair with the headphones tuckled inside somewhere. They say you look like a sunset after a beautiful day. Astrid says the song is a cliche, but I like it. Its groovy, really nice, sort of catchy. I start dancing, you get on the stage and do your dance. The band stops playing, just claps. We all laugh a little bit, then we go home to Absalon and he offers us homemade bear. I kiss him. But really hes not my boyfriend. He's the boyfriend of Beth Orton. And she drops by and we let her make some applepie while Astrid is... Oh need to go...
She wrote me. I wrote back, without sending anything
She was living in France at the time. She had to write in english.



We can hear they’re having sex in the next room. They think they’re all quiet and stuff, but they dont know shit. We hear the licking and moaning. We hear the hair in his mouth, her breasts over his crotch. It’s all there. I'm gonna make myself a glass of chocolate milk. I have to cut my ears of, if im gonna stay put in my chair.
Take a picture of my ass, and i will come (all over you) for you.
While we dance and i smudge my face onto the floor, please follow me, i love you’ntil my face turn grey.
Hold my face, and smash my bones. I don't care what love is, i care for something that is beyond comparison of cliches, but if it suddenly matters to you, you can compare it to whats the less of me. Let me turn grey for the yawn of your love. Let me show you that i don't care. Smudge my curls and hide your ears. I dont want to fill them up. I’ll hide here until tomorrow.



She never sent me a tape.
I wanted her to give me an Annie Lennox-mix.
But somehow I forgot to tell her.

keepin' tha flava in all flavas.
woman!