Since 1960 so kindly asked, I'll post my favourite video here for you, enjoy!
Also, when reading WikiHow recently, I found this fiiiine guide on how to avoid starting your own blog.
For most of you, and myself, this is already far too late.
But for you, non-blogging sir or madam, there might still be hope.
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Swyiv! Swyiv!
Shoes walking off all by themselves? I'm left alone barefoot to the right:
Picture taken by Mushrooms & Muffins in Media lesson (c)
The weather in Oslo has been varied the last few days. No badger storms - YET.
Youtube.com has been taking most of my time recently, my favourite video will be linked on request, because I think if I linked it randomly Foss will have me killed.
Incense is proving itself, again, to be a complete waste of mass on earth, as usual.
Velocity girl by Snow Patrol and Going Missing by Maxïmo Park are still excellent songs.
Thankyou and Hold tight.
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Tora
Because it is only but appropriate
Of me, to on this emotionally turbulent day, to wish all of them with close relatives involved in the episode 5 years ago good luck coping!
I know it's not easy, I even visited the site of it all myself in 2004, it was, it was very very awkward. I know most of you have so many tough thoughts about the subject, and really there shouldn't be anything wrong with talking about it, but for some, it might just feel so wrong.
The cost of lives, the cost of friends and family, I'm just so sorry for all of you, that's really the only thing I can say as it is right now.
We have something to learn from what happened, as what doesn't kill us (or kills others incidentally) makes us stronger. If a car accident leaves us paralyzed from the neck and down this term wouldn't really be fit, so let's say "what doesn't kill you, makes you a bit more wiser". Though I believe nobody has actually been killed by a song for example, so that wouldn't be entirely correct either.
But to stop the silly running around in circles, we still have something to learn from all this.
Do NOT play with marbles and raging dressed-up hobbits on the annual Marble Festival in Hamar.
It just saddens me so much to think about it....
.... those marbles.. *sobs*
so far up that hobbit's arse... It must've hurt like hell!
I know it's not easy, I even visited the site of it all myself in 2004, it was, it was very very awkward. I know most of you have so many tough thoughts about the subject, and really there shouldn't be anything wrong with talking about it, but for some, it might just feel so wrong.
The cost of lives, the cost of friends and family, I'm just so sorry for all of you, that's really the only thing I can say as it is right now.
We have something to learn from what happened, as what doesn't kill us (or kills others incidentally) makes us stronger. If a car accident leaves us paralyzed from the neck and down this term wouldn't really be fit, so let's say "what doesn't kill you, makes you a bit more wiser". Though I believe nobody has actually been killed by a song for example, so that wouldn't be entirely correct either.
But to stop the silly running around in circles, we still have something to learn from all this.
Do NOT play with marbles and raging dressed-up hobbits on the annual Marble Festival in Hamar.
It just saddens me so much to think about it....
.... those marbles.. *sobs*
so far up that hobbit's arse... It must've hurt like hell!
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Tora
Annika
The thing i I particularly watched her make was sublime: It was her thesis, the Thinktanker, a Very Large Crude Carrier made into a driving mobile global argument for the environment. How brilliant! How Norwegian! And what a vindication of an admiring teacher's fondest dreams, insight, imagination, the completely unexpected, all beautifully drawn.
Annika succeeded enormously. I was delighted after just a little time to realize how appropriate it was that the King of Norway then actually got to meet her. Justin, she and I continued to talk thereafter mostly on the subway platform about truth and beauty, notably, their ambitious plans for the drop-in toilet. They were off, it was beautiful to behold and we were all transformed by them. We were in touch with everything that mattered.
Justin asked me to say these words because he thought, kind friend, I might not break down. Before I do, let me send all my love to him and this last time, to Annika.
Words from the Memorial
September 16th, New York
by Prof. Paul S. Byard, Columbia University.
In memory of my beloved aunt, Annika,
August 29th. 1971 - September 10th 2004.
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Tora
Meaty shoes
Today my feet were raped by these beautiful pair of shoes.
Now I've patched my feet up nicely, but they're hardly recognisable, there's more meat than skin visible.
My poor poor poor feet having to wear these overly wonderful shoes that just happen to be a pain to walk in.
Well, it was worth it, it was fucking worth it, those shoes are from heaven!
Now I've patched my feet up nicely, but they're hardly recognisable, there's more meat than skin visible.
My poor poor poor feet having to wear these overly wonderful shoes that just happen to be a pain to walk in.
Well, it was worth it, it was fucking worth it, those shoes are from heaven!
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Tora
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