My watch finally broke today... one side of the strap snapped clean off so i just tore the other side off too since it was barely clinging on anyway. I was not initially overcome with sadness or disappointment because it had been threatening to snap for some time and I knew it could break any day. The grief came later, every time I instinctively checked my naked wrist, as I was expecting it to be there because it always was. Although it is almost June, there is still a slight tan line on my wrist from summer. At the supermarket I bought a bag of bagels and was surprised to find the watch missing despite making the same mistake over and over again all day. I pulled out my phone instead. 24th. I have six days to eat these bagels.
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It has been a while... i've been so busy post-uni-semester and haven't really found the time to actually sit down and think. It is C... -
last tuesday i spent my four hour gap between my two classes aimlessly wandering around the city listening to neutral milk hotel. ... -
Kinda forgot about Blog until i saw Laurence start his new one so i thought i'd say some stuff. hi Laurence if you are reading this. I ...
this reminds me of that one time when i was on the beach(solastranda) on the norwaystranden. Und i let mein gutte freunden Flænglængsbøkke use meine most treasured langenboart (that means longboard in norweignish), and best belive you know they snapped that shiii in half clean style 💀💀💀💀. After the surgical mishap of wood end splinter had commenced i paused for a minuten. In-.....Flænglængsbøkke"s presence i stayed stalwart und nonchalant convincing them it was all goods like Jake the dog from the adventuring times................................................... but it was not all gooods as a matter of fact, not gooden at all ill have you know. For you see in meek misery,on the Toget home (thats train in norway you casual) i fell into my seat drenched in purple anguish, the iskrem i shared with Flængæ still hot on my popped collar stank and streamed down, i held the broken pieces of what once was.... i-....I *single tear* took the toget home in silence, and tommorow at the ocean, Gunnar will meet the others at the funeral pyre........ but for now i must wipe myself clean and cry and scream and lie in bed and dream of scenes obscene of scenes into the icenbath i go now to scream to the ageless salts: Iskrem!!!!.............. -Gunnar Gunnarsson 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘚í𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘯
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