How do you like to decorate your home? And what does that say about who you are?
A typically Swedish decoration habit, is to excessively label stuff (probably caused by our obessive organizing gene). So we use a simplistic (often white) design and just add a label with (CAPS) text. Imagine a bedroom, above the bed there is a painting with only the word “bed”. Or a toothbrushcup with the text “toothbrush”. This can go to extremes and I’ve seen it happening many times with my otherwise very gifted, artistical and interior passionated friends. There are useful functions however; to remember what stuff is called plus teaching children letters and how to speak the language. (Maybe this is also a part explanation of why I attach more to words than images.) In stores, imagine how perfect to just look for stuff and you see the name from a mile’s distance.
You compensate for what you miss in your life with what you decorate the walls in your home with. Is it true? Because I like my walls clean. No photographs. Don’t like to create Facebook albums in my house, as even though there are many people I love, I want to choose when to think about them. Like this guy at my job, he was the best Morrocan guy I knew. Always smiling, always friendly to everyone. He had a heart attack and died, at 40. They smacked up photos of him around the office, it pissed me off. Who are you to tell me when to mourn and how? And god forbid, moving on. I don’t miss people, I appreciate the moments when I see them instead. Refocused energy. At least trying. I don’t have idols, movies don’t fascinate me to the extent of wanting them in my face.
If there anything I like, to decorate with, it’s flowers and plants. Alive ones, no fake crap. They have a function with the oxygen coming out, but also it’s maybe the only thing that makes me feel like home. What everyone else is doing is different.
Knife on throat.
Don’t pull a gun. Untie me, just leave the ring on the rail.
We couldn’t care less, about the man behind the knife. The blood he poured, who knows. His own or somebody else’s. You don’t see his guts in the dark, when you’re walking home alone at night. The scars.
Love will never die, but it kills you in the blink of an eye. Stop floating around, you blood. Bloody you.
The sunglasses called “Head”. Couldn’t stop giggling. An ex sunny day. Then he pulled a knife. You cannot wrestle a dove flying high.
I’m on parol, in this trap. Running. And I still see all these dragonflies everywhere.
Google VS Apple. From a consumers perspective.
I’d in most instances promote Google. Many times a hard call. But I found the thing from a consumer point of view that Apple does better. At every keynote I’ve seen lately, they release products and services simultaneously around the world. This means their fans in Europe doesn’t feel less than just because they aren’t in the U.S. I watched latest 1/0 Google announcement where I was extremely disappointed when there wasn’t even an ETA for the new music service outside the U.S. I frequently use Google’s services and love them, nevertheless this sole fact made me as a consumer feel like a minority less than. And why should I have to feel like that when it could easily be avoided?
“Would you die for me?”
Would anybody?
Flashback. “I fall in love too easily. I fall in love too fast.”
1 Never really a chance. Stay up for tonight. Uncle. Music. The metric system. Snake. Pizza. Lunch. U.S.A. Texas ranches. Lord of the rings. Hives. The fireplace, goodbye vanished in. head. Lost for words, not enough words, yet there was so many. Wheels. Snow. Lesson. Curl. Magazine. Miles away.
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Bye
About the dirty Dutch postal system.
It’s better not to know so much about what things mean or how they might be interpreted or you’ll be too afraid to let things keep happening.
A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.
