Nicolaysen: En indøk’ers syn på tilværelsen

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible, isn’t it?

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses.

You build up this whole armor, for years, so no one can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…

You give them a piece of you.

They don’t ask for it.

They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.

Love takes hostages.

It gets inside you.

It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts.

Not just in the mind.

It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love.

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God søndag, og god advents(eksamens)tid!
Marius

Sånt man gjør når man egentlig skal gjøre skolearbeid:

Det var en gang en liten luftpartikkel som het John. Han hadde akkurat vært ute og nytt det gode værte, da han plutselig ble sugd inn i et klasserom, tok en kort runde inni en gutt, for så å bli presset inn i en grønn liten ballong. John, som ellers syns livet var helt ok, likte seg ikke så godt i ballongen. Her var det trangt om plassen, og overalt hvor han sto støtet han borti noen. Han ville ut! Han prøvde febrilsk å presse seg ut, men akkurat i det øyeblikket han støtet mot ballongveggen fikk han øye på en nydelig jenteluftpartikkel. Det var kjærlighet med første blikk, og de to luftpartiklene levde lykkelig alle sine dager til ballongen krympet. Hvor partiklene er den dag i dag, vet ingen. Kanskje de er i deg..?

I dag ble det en ‘middels’ tur med vaskemaskinene.
Marius

Marius

After seven days
He was quite tired so God said:
“Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread”
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blankets and laid back in the shade

The people sipped their wine
And what with God there, they asked him questions
Like: do you have to eat
Or get your hair cut in heaven?
And if your eye got poked out in this life
Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

So he said:”Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friends would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

The people sat waiting
Out on their blankets in the garden
But God said nothing
So someone asked him: “I beg your pardon:
I’m not quite clear about what you just spoke
Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke?”

God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him

Sinday
Mournday
Tearsday
Wasteday
Thirstday
Fightday
Shatterday

7 days without God makes 1 weak.