Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I look at the calendar. It is December 3. I have not been able to write the last few days. I look o


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I look at the calendar. It is December 3. I have not been able to write the last few days. I look out the window. There are clear. And scratch. It is December, but no snow. Nothing layer of cotton wool that packs into town Oslo. I see the gifts around me. Or, shopping vanity 6 list and thought the list. The hovering in my consciousness. I need to find the right thing at the right. Music is everywhere and books are not so easy. I give away a book I could recommend, it is often a book with a little drab content in as well, and when it then comes from me, the recipient will think of me when reading. And that is what we should avoid the book, providing a respite. It will not be easy. Rough roads books under the tree. There will always be one or two. Do not you think? The book that fell from the tree. I turn on the couch and looks again. I stopped bokblogger.no and so on lists of people dying to read in 2014. I do not die of books. Nor under, in that I die and the book falls into my head. Sure, I know it was not meant literally. But I hang me up words and phrases. And now I hang me up in the tree. Will it be green? Who will decorate? vanity 6 I think there are some that freezes now. I have blanket around me and look out into the darkness. It's Tuesday but I have Thursday. At least. A man whistles. Is it a Christmas song? I want to hear A star shines in the night. I would also want my telescope when I grow up. One that I can see all the way to the moon with. Tomorrow I will continue reading the book Sentence injury. I like that. I read it after the receiver after Sunday. And Monday morning. I was white and pale, and read as gray paper. Each book has its side. This has many. Good night. A star shines. Good night.
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