Dette er fortellingen om den fulle party-svensken som ramlet inn døra mi og sovnet like innenfor dørstokken.
Hun sov noe ubehagelig, men levde såvidt jeg vet lykkelig alle sine dager.
søndag 15. november 2009
lørdag 14. november 2009
Benso's allergy
Banso liked Lepel very much. He had often tried to let Lepel know this, but as he discovered this was quite difficult. He could be jumping around making all sorts of weird sounds and talking to birds, even things. Just for the shear joy of it. But as soon as Lepel could see Banso, even from far away, Banso could do nothing. Nothing but lie there, just existing. He could not even move his eyes. This had annoyed Banso for quite som time.
The last time I heard from Banso, he told me that he was working hard to find a way to reach Lepel but that he sadly had not found a solution yet. Banso is usually the happiest person i know. I have seen him sad only once since I first met him. This is what he looked like when he found out he was allergic to flowers:
The last time I heard from Banso, he told me that he was working hard to find a way to reach Lepel but that he sadly had not found a solution yet. Banso is usually the happiest person i know. I have seen him sad only once since I first met him. This is what he looked like when he found out he was allergic to flowers:
fredag 13. november 2009
torsdag 12. november 2009
tolvtenovembertotusenogni
Litt paff i dag. Har ikke sett noen flyvende svin enda.
Morgendagens store plan: brownies.
Hvis ikke det hjelper, så vet jeg ikke hva som gjør.
Morgendagens store plan: brownies.
Hvis ikke det hjelper, så vet jeg ikke hva som gjør.
The story of Lepel
Lepel was a good boy.
Sometimes, he wanted chocolate.
He was skeptical to other humans, but he liked his friends and family a lot.
He liked animals as well. When he sat on a bench in the park he usually saw several dogs. He also liked cats, they were so free. And birds. Birds were probably his favorite, unfortunately it was very rare he got to pet a bird, but that was all part of the excitement. Neither could he fly. But he had learned to live with that, even though he had to try every now and then. Just for good measure... Usually, he fell. But he was used to it. He would get up again and brush the dirt off his clothes before he would watch up to where he had jumped from. After that, he looked at the sky. He liked the sky. It was so big. He wondered how it would feel like if the sky fell down and hit his head. Maybe it tickles?
He liked water. Especially the sound of it. he could lie on his back in the green grass, listening to water for hours. He also liked grass and green. He liked hot days, he liked cold days, he liked rainy days, he liked sunny days. Most of all, he liked calm days.
He liked hugs. He wondered why people didn't hug more. People should hug everywhere, all the time. Give a hug, and get a hug. It costs so little, yet it matters so much, he thought. He tried to give away hugs, but often people pushed him away. He didn't understand why. He tried to be nice. But people didn't understand. People understood money, but not very much more. This puzzled Lepel.
Lepel closed his eyes. All he could see was black. He liked black.
Sometimes, he wanted chocolate.
He was skeptical to other humans, but he liked his friends and family a lot.
He liked animals as well. When he sat on a bench in the park he usually saw several dogs. He also liked cats, they were so free. And birds. Birds were probably his favorite, unfortunately it was very rare he got to pet a bird, but that was all part of the excitement. Neither could he fly. But he had learned to live with that, even though he had to try every now and then. Just for good measure... Usually, he fell. But he was used to it. He would get up again and brush the dirt off his clothes before he would watch up to where he had jumped from. After that, he looked at the sky. He liked the sky. It was so big. He wondered how it would feel like if the sky fell down and hit his head. Maybe it tickles?
He liked water. Especially the sound of it. he could lie on his back in the green grass, listening to water for hours. He also liked grass and green. He liked hot days, he liked cold days, he liked rainy days, he liked sunny days. Most of all, he liked calm days.
He liked hugs. He wondered why people didn't hug more. People should hug everywhere, all the time. Give a hug, and get a hug. It costs so little, yet it matters so much, he thought. He tried to give away hugs, but often people pushed him away. He didn't understand why. He tried to be nice. But people didn't understand. People understood money, but not very much more. This puzzled Lepel.
Lepel closed his eyes. All he could see was black. He liked black.
onsdag 11. november 2009
tirsdag 10. november 2009
mandag 9. november 2009
søndag 8. november 2009
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