Mørket senker seg over Nygård

Jeg ser ting for tusende gang, men
Jeg lar meg rive med.
Utenfor kiosken, en ballett
Og politiet driter i det.
På en balkong er det en opera
hvor naboene skriker med.

Little Birds

Did you know the burning hell it took your baby brother?
Did you see how far he fell and how he made us suffer?
Another boy in town at night he took him for his lover
And deep in sin they held each other
So I took a hammer, nearly beat his little brains in
Knowing God in Heaven would have never could forgive him

Ikke si det, don't jinx me.

Det kan bety ulykke.

Ferdig med semesteret... og så blogger jeg.

Tenk.

Locke, locke.

Locke Locke.

Locke Locke Locke Locke.

Snart ferdig med semesteret.

Så blir det party. Neida, bare kødda. Det blir lesing av bibelen og brenning av bildekk utenfor Gyldenpris.