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So there.. here I am, listening to music again. That's probably what I spend the most time doing, just sitting here, reading a book, fiddlin' around with the computer and listening to music. Right now I'm trying to find cool stuff @ www.swordsonline.com, so that I know what to get if I ever get cash enough to order anything from there. Buy myself a cane, a katana and some other cool stuff? Although, they don't have anything there exactly the way I want it. Oh well, I'll just desing stuff for myself. Activate my sketch/design-gene again.. it's been dormant for almost a year. Dust off the old cigar-box that holds my pens and pencils.. sharpen stuff up, and buy some paper so that I can draw something sensible. You know.. just let creativity flow? Not that I feel even remotely creative right now.. Mostly just forcing words out of me, words with no meaning, that no-one will ever read.. Why?

Because I can! Really need to keep my head going, or else all brain-activity will just stall up, the brainstem get settled with a thin layer of dust, and all joy just dissapear like a dream when you wake up. I feel like a bad little boy, who has done something stupid. Who knows, maybe it doesn't matter in the end. Everything is just so boring here at home right now.. everything is packed up for the new apartment. Oh well, nothing to get yourself down over.

I've gone and gotten myself all excited about Winnerbäck (swedish troubadour) again, and that can't be good. But then again, the music makes me happy, so why not? Now, I'm going to listen to more music.. and dream for a while.. about a world, where also the sick can have a chance, but.. maybe that's just a far-off utopia? (swedish punk reference.. ;). Man is born to be free, right? Even if it's just in your own mind. I'm gonna go now before I carve up more good songs to make my thoughts fit together.