if I was a believer the 7 horrid years should have an end today

jesus I am a tired of the shootings in my neighbourhood....Nørrebro, 2200 n dk. thats it, tired and low on empathy....

Gather more than 14 people and you have an industry and thats a beautiful contribution to the state of things but a questionable application because the system is running out of contradictions to feed on. 

Take or gather every leaving organism on the face of the earth and define the only thing they have in common? should i introduce the answer as a quiz? No.

Its the ability to move, mobility, its the outreach of the mobilty that defines the impact you finally have. The most common thing is the ultimate commodity. As industry. Run till you can run no more.

his longings and thrives cut off at the achilles and the problem, the past tense: the anecdotes sneaks in and aways the realm.

this summer ends on a monday. it had to.

"That is so you. You promise to stupid up my day, and then you stay away. In spite of the rhime, thats just plain...yes, stupid."
"I gave it up when it dawned upon me that you still think we can change anything.."
"But you was the first to say it, that you change constantly..."
"Yea, I do, but stuff doesnt, thats the problem."
"What stuff?"
"Stupid stuff..."
"I give up."
"There you have it see?"
"You are dining alone today honey..."

"Thats about the stupidest thing you`ve done for a very long time, I just started respecting you again...".
That was the first she said, and he could almost see her saying it before she said it.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid..."
They had an old habbit of meeting for a quick morning coffee before heading to work.
"Why am I not surprised of your approach?" He said to himself.
"About what?" she replied. "Dont start defending yourself or the decision..."
"It wasn`t a decision, it never is -it was a need, can you respect that, and why do you care or why should I care what the you think? If you have already lost respect once, why should I wanna regain it. What are you, pricemoney?"
"But when you start smoking, I most probably will too..."
"Now thats stupid! How can you even talk about respect or not having respect? Hurry up and look like someone who didn`t say that". He laughed.
"Now you are being stupid agian...You are not nice, you change when you smoke..."
"I change constantly, thats the sad truth of it all. The more I try to stick to a center the more it slips...Do want to know what is really stupid? Something that you should care about...?"
"No! dont be like that!"
"Be like what? You started this issue..."
"But I don`t want to know.."
"Well, you are gonna know, later, tomorrow, today, -whatever - there to much stupid shit you apparently ought to know off."
"Don`t patronise me you fuck!
"I dont, I am just being a stupid prick. Tomorrow! I tell tomorrow its gonna be shitstupid!"
"See you at lunch..?"
"Allright then."

He took up smoking again-  cigarettes - knowing after a while that he would surely stop. Not because of the health issue, but because he would - as before - have to face the fact that after months of smoking the mere fact of lightning up the smokes and tipping the ash from them would constitute a project.

And, this was the third time he did so. Three strikes and you are out.

So there he was. in the hammering mist, central to modernity, but with no digital solutions to his problems. Isolation is the one thing that is selfsufficient.