New Times for a Loveless Generation

Every day is new, isn't it. Fabulous. & now I've gone bought myself a laptop, meaning there's no turning back. Her name is Diane Keaton, & she's beautiful. I expect us to acheive great things together.

Christmas went rather smoothly, by the way. No drunk relatives. No pets eating the ham, no crying under the three or fights over the TP-questions. New years I seem to remember vaguely. If it weren't for Digital Cameras I bet we'd think we were obducted by aliens.

Come to think of it, maybe we were.

Anywas, with a new year comes new times. It's amazing really, the amount of seconds that builds a life. Sometimes I find myself drifting into daydreams of what it would be like dedicating ones life to counting them. How far would you get? Would you have time for anything else? Is there a point, and then what would it be? And what would you do when then numbers got so high, it took longer than a second to utter it? So far 2007 has lasted for 810,960 seconds & I've managed to (in chronological order):

• dance around passed out strangers in my pretty pretty striped pyjamas.
• cross a storm.
• speak horrid French.
• forget James Dean on amphetamine, for real.
• kick my brother's ass.
• wash all my clothes.
• write my first song. (Masterpiece I tell you.)
• fall in love with Dr Tony Hill, Wire in the Blood.
• make plans on running away from here. (Again?!)
• Pick a fight with an English hothead. (Yeah I won. Or nah, Megan won. She won a German casanova. Talk about jackpot.)
• adopt Diane Keaton.
• fall asleep at work. (Yeah yeah, I know. The dream was amazing though.)
• decide on making a difference. (Let's work out the details later.)
  
  

Oh love, how you work in mysterious ways.


Song of the day: Jerk It Out - Caesar's Palace. Wind me up, put me down, start me up & watch me go!

Quote of the day is from fabulous Annie Hall: 'You know, I don't think I could take a mellow evening because I - I don't respond well to mellow. You know what I mean? I have a tendency to - if I get too mellow, I - I ripen and then rot, you know.'

What I've been thinking about lately:

The Loveless Generation, the Declaration of Dreamless Sleep


& for every day I believe
I believe a little more, a little
harder than
before, every day I believe a
little stronger

that there's just a few souls left in
this our Loveless Generation, a world dependent on

chess rules & equations

instead of ways to get undressed, just a few souls
left of

the Loveless Generation

who still dares
to love

the way we do, the way we
love my love, me &
you, how

people have forgotten how to love; burnt the
only bridge left between

what's beneath the clouds &
what's above

no longer remember the kind of love we're

breathing, smiling, beating fighting
for writing
singing lighting torches of, the

mountain-moving, wrong-right-proving ocean sized kind of
love we're building houses drawing
maps upon, the mind-
messing, silent sunshine solid-
ground-blessing kind,

entwined with roses, with rosebuds &
blood, the

colorblind kind you find

between the
hills of your heart & horizon of your
dreams

when there's no longer any telling them apart.

Every day I find my belief a little
shrunken, my

conviction somewhat
stronger, a little more certain than
before a
little deeper

sunken, a little bolder how
our love belongs to
silly dreamers, the dreams we
dream need

strong-
hearted sleepers, truth-screamers & how

wars like ours

are easy started, never
ending

for
fairytale-keepers


who still believe in mending.


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Please tell me I'm wrong. Cynical & tired. But don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about.

What have you been thinking of lately?

Runnig away?

Howling at the moon?

Ice Cream?

Cowboys & Nighlights?

Dearest darlings of mine. I miss you all.

Oh, & Amanda, if you're reading this - please remind me again what the hot Norweigans' band was named. Royal Rock? Rocking Royale? Haha, I have no idea.


Peace, y'all.


D.