I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what you do for a living. I generally don’t give a flying fuck about you. If you intend to talk to me you’re going to have to come up with something more interesting than ‘So … what do you do?’ or the ever ubiquitous appearance of ‘What music do you like?’

Yes, sure, questions of that sort can get a conversation started, but — Jesus, man. I don’t need a fucking complete biography to talk to you and you don’t need one from me either. Let’s just goddamn talk. We’ll find out shit about each other as we go along. Where’s the adventurer’s spirit in asking questions and getting answers?

Questions and answers is not what it’s about at all. It’s about how you get to the answers. The shortest distance from A to B is a straight line. No one likes a straight line when you can have a swerving pendulum rocking back and forth like a spirograph creating fractal patterns and meticulously drawn out spirals converging on a center point that makes us feel like we’re falling into the abyss of a moment.

Oh, so you didn’t actually want to have a conversation? You were just chewing the fat while waiting for someone you actually know to pass by? Fuck you. You attempt to come off as personable but you are in fact stealing my goddamn time. I’d rather sit here alone being a deaf-mute than pass idle chatter around like a bacteria-infected bong filled with the headless musings and mewlings of the desperately insecure.

What I do? I’m a rocket scientist and I like music that comes hurtling out of speakers at supersonic speed with the hertz rate of barbed wire — the kind that reduces your ears to flabby appendages made from rotting minced meat.

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Lillesøster · 4. Jun. 2009

Jeg savner bølgene og fargene... Minced pie er forresten ganske godt, selv om det helt garantert er en julekake:-)

Anders · 1. Feb. 2010

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe." - Neil Gaiman. Sandman: A Game of You