I’ve been tagged by modes-surannees , thank you that is very sweet of you!
Nickname: Agge, Cisco, Öjje.
Birthday: March 23rd
Height: 182 cm
Time Zone: GMT+2
Current time and date: 5:53 PM, 11th of September.
Average hours of sleep: 4-6 (sleeping is boring).
The last thing I Googled was: Herman Melville
My most used phrase(s): That’s a tricky one.. Maybe “Give me wine and cigarettes and I’ll be aaallllright.”
First word that comes to mind: Shoelace-banana
Last thing said to a family member: “The duct tape could might as well be used as bandage for broken bananas.”
One place that makes me happy: Anywhere that have free wine, cigarettes and food. And a pretty-lookin’ gal.
How many blankets I sleep under: One. It is really warm and cosy.
Favourite beverage(s): Red wine (which you probably already figured out), chocolate milk, mango juice and coconut juice. And coffee.
The last movie I watched in the cinema: X-Men: Days Of Future Past. Fucking great movie.
Three things I can’t live without: Books, my typewriter and my Dylan records.
Something I plan on learning: How to not panic and start to run everytime someone walks behind me in a stairway.
A piece of advice MANY ADVICES for all my followers: Do as you please and watch out for bad cheese, follow your heart and create art, the wind will always blow in your face but that is not a disgrace.
Now tag at least 10 people: WHOA ten is a lot… eleonorasolazzielleuniverse , cockroachluv , misschaussette, imsonotgonnatellyou, istartedoutonburgundy, jessyouareamess fer1972 crystalgoescardinal unavian
The trees undress for the cold winds as we bunker up with more fur than we could ever stand in a summer day
The murmurs of butterflies and swallows has become the far off sound of flapping wings
The sun hides behind the monstrous clouds that gives millions of teardrops to the soaking wet soil
And flower pots and gardens turn into graveyards and remembrance of death
Meadows attract white transparent angels that dance between 06.00 - 10.00
Stay at home and let your hair grow
Autumn is here and soon will the winter glow
The world is a sympathetic end. The poets words dies in the chimneys