London light.. [shines so bright].

Thank you darling, for this time around. I really needed it. & the light in that picture makes me happy happy happy.

Take care.

Love/

Me.

...ever so lightly.

'Fiction is like a spiders web...


... attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.'

Virginia Woolf

This time around: watches! Hooray.

I'll be at the rathole.

Love/

D.

[...] fast jag vet jag inte når.

Just like you cannot light what will not burn, & amnesia is only possible with a past.

Eller?

Yup.

Peace, love & wonder-

landing.

/ D.

Vänta

New song darlings... & it's actually pretty good this time. Check it out! [here.]
More coming shortly, to a myspace page near you.

Off to bed, sleep tight;

I think I
just might.

Heart /

D.

Older/saner/bigger/bolder

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older/saner/bigger/bolder/heartbeats braver/ice cubes colder/closer to that spring /just sing sing sing sing singing/not afraid of what life's bringing/..?

I think so. & I talk before I think, so I must have said a lot today.




A little place I like to call home... meet me there tonight?

Take care, be
safe.

/ D.

[h]Owl to the moon.

[...] & then the sun comes out, and suddenly everything feels a big leap closer to alright.

Song of the day: 'Me In You' - Kings of Convenience

Thing of the day: A clear blue sky

& if that weren't enough, there is always this:

Peace,
out

/ Le Fox.

[...] & you're drunk as hell.

What I must say, &
what I
can't tell you

form the truest parts of me tonight.

But I have coffee in my cup & beer in my veins & no choice but to move forward, as a second doesn't even know how to be late. It's not in it's nature. It's not that they don't want to be nice to me, they just don't know how to do it. Or so I am telling myself. I haven't got the strenght to start yet another fight, & I can see nothing sane about starting an argument with time. That will have to wait until I'm safely on my feet again.

Singing in the shower is not singing in the shower without an awesome shower cap.

There's something about the light in january that makes one's knees ache for summer air. There's something about this month that makes me doubt my calendar. They keep telling me the days are passing by, but I can't say I can tell a difference. I guess I was expecting one, I guess I've been expecting too much. Things can be easy, things can be hard, apparently some think it's easy to handle hard. I can't handle anything, & I definitely can't handle turning simple into complicated.

It's simple to me. & that's all I have to say about that.



As simple as a leather bag & a cup of coffee in the summer time. See, there are some things you simply like, & nothing you can do about it.

& I'm tired of feeling like appologizing all the time. As if nothing I do is truly alright. Might be ok, for the moment, but each revelation I make, I make by mistake. & they're all gone by daybreak.




Some springs are prettier than others. Some springs' reasons are better than other springs' reasons.

Some springs you just have to get through.

& it's been raining on my face alot lately, it's getting ridiculous really. This isn't fun anymore.

Take care.

/

Me.

[Just like a] Fox in the snow... (you're going nowhere).

I don't feel like learning anything in a while now. That's going to be a problem. I don't feel like going to bed either. That's not going to be a problem until tomorrow morning, and I have been known several times before not to count tomorrow morning as relevant. I have also been known several times to adress myself in harsh words &/or curses. But that's another story.



My kitchen has been invaded by books & light & music & dancing & old men with a taste for pilars & arches. Which is a taste as understandable as any other, don't get me wrong. Just not the same pilars & arches over & over again. I mean, even the old druids had sense enough to at least change the shapes of the stones once in a while, & they were into herbs & stabbing people in the heart. (Much like a good many boys I've met, come to think about it.) If you can make a ring of stones diverse, I don't see any valid excuses for the Vetruvius groupies. Due to certain circumstances, I don't think they really care what I think. But I am dangerously close to a variaty of non-hostile sensations towards my dear old friend Corb right now, & I don't like it one bit, but - at least the man wasn't boring, I'll give him that much. Then again - neither am I, & I don't see any chapters about me in any 'illustrated guide to 1000 years of architecture'. Or any other books for that matter. Maybe it's because I'm not 123 years old.

Maybe it's because I need a better name.

'Le... Fox'?

Hm. It definitely has a certain ring to it. Yes. I like it. Le Fox. 'IDIOTERNAS ÅRHUNDRADE', here I come.

Alas, they're both empty.

I wish time could stop for awhile. Just a short break, nothing much, nothing extraordinary. Just a little time to get into the habit of breathing again, you know? Maybe it could wait for me for once, instead of the other way around. It's a funny bussiness, this tick-tock-thing. This waiting/wanting/wishing/washing/ wondering to that steady beat. Tick-tock, tack tack. Good night, good luck, come again. No, I won't be going anywhere, see, I'll take what I can get. But I figure seconds will be sweeter once spring comes around. The air softer, thoughts lighter, sky brighter. I figure nothing can get worse of a few more sun-hours around, & as I recall it, previous experienses in the matter agrees with me. After all, I can feel the words lurking at my fingertips once again, & I'm pretty damn sure it can only get better from here.

& in any case, there will always be brick walls. As long as I have brick walls, & an occasional dead tree in front of them, I will be alright.

Now all i have to do is persuade the crow with the wiry legs to risk a toss. Because I do need those keys.

Peace, &
understatements.

/ D.

I made that thing, & they keep telling me to sharpen my pencils... I've gotten used to people telling me to do things that wont do me no good. But the way that leather will go soft with every second of every day of every opening/closing/bus ride/autumn/heartbeat/line drawn/new dawn makes me happy tonight. Sleep well, keep safe.

I'm off.

D.

A button for a chair...

A button for a chair... (I really think it's rather fair.)

[Minus] Twenty-something.

Weird thing is, it gets cold, & all of the sudden rain is something beautiful...

Headaches & heartbreaks... (this is going to be a good year)

It is now official; This winter is making my head ache. So I've decided to hide here for a few days...

...mostly because I can't find this place:

Quote of the bloody decennery (& it has only just begun..!); from 'En Fiende Bland Oss' by local heroes Björns Vänner;

'Jag frågar dig 'hur mår du' igen

trots att jag vet att du behöver en vän

som vet ändå'

More medication, please...

Peace;

D.