Det b?rjar n?rma sig. The Matrix: Reloaded har premi?r i slutet p? Maj och f?r att f?rberreda mig s? har jag laddad hem de animerade kortfilmer som har sl?ppts p? n?tet. Man har gjort nio st varav fyra f?r tillf?llet finns p? n?tet och sedan har vi ju narturligtvis The Final Flight Of Osiris som g?r p? bio innan Dreamcather. De nio filmerna g?r under namnet Animatrix och av de jag har sett s? h?r l?ngt [Program, The Second Renaissance Part 1 och Detective Story] s? ?r Program helt klart vackrast i sin story. Mest intressantast ?r dock The Second Renaissance Part 1 f?r dokumenterar m?nniskornas kamp mot maskinerna och skapandet av Matrix. Mest nyfiken ?r jag dock fortfarande p? The Final Flight Of Osiris som h?ller p? att laddas ner i skrivande stund. Den fungerar som en bro mellan film 1 och 2 och ?r animerad av killarna som gjorde Final Fantasy och skriven Wachowski br?derna.

F?rst ?r det dock X2: X-men 2 som g?ller. P? fredag hoppas jag att jag ska f? se allt det jag ville att ettan skulle vara. Inte f?r att den var d?lig, men som film sett hade den ett g?ng problem. Problem som jag hoppas ska vara l?sta den g?ngen och efter vad jag har sett och l?st verkar s? vara fallet.

Det regnar. Antar att det ?r sommar, f?r vad ?r en svensk s?dan utan pissigt v?der?

 

somedays, all is good
everything works and flows
providing myself with laughter from those I care about

later, during the evening I watch the television
bored but content
and a girl by my side

bored she smokes a Marlboro
looking at me
testing, trying to make me say what she wants to hear

she leaves, and I enter the balchony, watching the cold night, breathing the cold air

with a beer I make a toast to the moon, my partner in crime
she smiles back, and asks no questions

 

Right, for almost three years now I have tried to be someone I’m not.
Yesterday I gave it up. I wonder why I tried to keep it all hurled down inside of me. Belinda hurt me more then I ever knew, it must have been panic in my soul when she left me, but now; I’m calm.

I’m not mad, nor bitter, I’m just not gonna take any shit nomore. I know who my true friends are, and as for the rest of you: I don’t care if you live or die.

 

And so there you were again. And you looked happy to see me again. I had no doubt; I would stand tall and proud.

But as your arms embraced me something happened; your hair smelled like a flower someone gave me in a dream and your skin was as soft as I remebered.

I kissed you again. The bitter taste of ciggarets and you took my hand and looked me in the eyes and said: “I’ve mist you.”

We said nothing more, until today. You screamed at me on the phone, I was calm but still I tried to hurt you. The sun was shining and the air was warm. A new summer is comming with all of what that means.

Yeah. Welcome back indeed.

 

Det ?r det h?r jag har l?ngtat efter i ?ver ett halv?r: att kunna sitta p? balkongen och “?ta” frukost klockan 08:30 p? morgonen utan att frysa. Det ?r offeciellt sommar! Min frukost best?r som alltid av kaffe och cigg. Det suger lite, men bara lite. P? Fredag f?r jag pengar och kan k?pa br?d, sm?r och annat som h?r till vanliga m?nniskors vardag. Det spelar ingen roll att ge utge mig att vara som ni andra ibland, jag ?r fortfarande coolare ?n n?gon av er. Hehe.
Nej, dags att klippa t?naglarna.

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