onsdag 7. november 2001

Hash & Colours

What can I say, I've been writing a lot lately, poetry stuff, in Norwegian, so I cant publish it here.

I have a friend that just got himself a diary, Kimmi; so go check it out, it could be interesting, he's from Norway as well (not that that is interesting).

Anyway, I bought a book today, about colour energies, I find these things quite interesting. You know colours are an important thing is this world of greyness, it carries a distinct posetivety. I always wondered about why they don't use more colours in hospitals and such, all that white stuff cant be too good for you, I'm quite sure of it. If I was put to shape up the hospital environment, maybe some lives could be saved, I would at least give people a fresher death...

A little hash and spicy colours couldn't hurt, specifically not for the once that are going down. It couldn't be much of a going down really, if you ask me...

I always thought it's not death or dying that are a sad thing about life, it's all those things that people die of in themselves, in life... all that damn materialism... lets not get into that... The simple things in life are often ignored and forgotten about... I mean it's the hard drugs that are bad for you, that, and all the extreme white and greyness to this world...

To Bjørn♥ :
In forever lasting nights
I watch over you
and pretend not to be
-But the things I cloud
are merely a mirror
of my darkest fate...