
Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011

"I wanna be your sky,
so blue and high,
and every time you think of me,
I wanna blow your mind",
or an even more striking all-round philosophy;
"I just want to enjoy my life and show this world how to care".
Tuesday, March 22, 2011


In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For really thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one's thoughts be diverted by anything, by meals, by a fly that settles on one's cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That's why it is difficult to live.
We ususally find life pretty easy, but Albert Camus has a point in The Plague. Not that living is hard, but about brain capacity. Although certain persons tend to move into our brain, with age and by acquiring other passions, we've become better at diverting the mind towards trees, entrepreneurial dinosaurs and the importance of play. To blend out with the boy-think.

When I said; 'I can see me in your eyes',
you said; 'I can see you in my bed'.
That's not just friendship that's romance too,
you like music we can dance to.
Monday, March 21, 2011

And although we like the unity of smiles and beards and men and lips, we completely agree with Gandhi's overarching policy; "Throughout my life, all my activities have been motivated by the single objective of uniting hearts."


He is very much living the dream and; "If you ever have any doubts about whether or not you should do something totally new even though you have no blue print whatsoever and there is every possibility that you could fail completely, the answer is 100% YES!"
And, of course, he writes poetry;
NEW LOVE
Find something new today
to love and enjoy
like the rest of those familiar loves
that have topped your list for years.
It doesn’t have to come close
and likely it won’t
but it might
and if it did
boy, that’d sure make this a day to remember-
the day you set about
turning over rocks
and shaking the neighborhood trees
only to discover
exactly what it was
you didn’t even know you were looking for.
As if that wasn't enough, we have one of our slightly messed-up beardo favourites reading An Awesome Book aloud for our loving ears.
Labels:
all-round favorite,
creative,
dude,
family fathers,
golden,
magic
March 9th
21:26 - Hej, hej jag mår fint. Är du fortfarande hångelsugen?
March 10th
18:42 - Ja jag e lite sugen.
19:34 - Åh! Det verkar vara ett klokt beslut eftersom du har funderat i ett par timmar.
19:40 - Jag var inte sugen när messet kom.
19:54 - Skönt att du kommit på bättre tankar. Ska du inte komma över dåra?
20:09 - Nja, du får komma hit istället.
20:33 - "If a man speaks his mind in a forest, and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?"
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011


Tuesday, March 1, 2011


After death we gradually stop being local. We see ourselves as we really are from the soul's perspective: everywhere at once. This adjustment is probably the biggest obstacle any of us will encounter in the astral planes. Right now you are the center of the universe because infinity extends in all directions, yet someone on the other side of the world is also at the center of the universe, because infinity extends on all sides of him, too. If both of you are centers of the universe, you must both be at the same location. The fact that you appear to be in different places is a sensory artefact. It's based on sights and sounds, which are local events. You are not a local event.No,we're probably not. But we still love boys, or as Chopra puts it;
... souls aren't drifting through the astral atmosphere but are directed by love itself. Love is a vibration, older than humanity itself. But the principle of directedness is very human: we go where our deepest desires take us.

Looking at it from the other side, we are always open for proposals that include spring, biking, dark, wavy hair and Italian shoes.
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