I haveth returned!
Sept 2 2013. From the deep Northern Norths I crawled forth, reached a sprawled horse, gave him water and then roared like a warlord forth till I reached the source, enforced doors above a porch, but with a key I breached the walls and waltzed into the hall of the house I call my all with a suitcase packed so fat it almost made me fall and a backpack that cracked my back and made me small.
Then I've been sitting by the PC, I ate fish n chips once, fingers were greasy believe me. Life in Bro has been easy yet energy depleting, I'm seeking to find meaning and a little work between meaning seeking, occasionally practicing my tracks with acts of speaking, and many acts I'm keeping. I eat sleaze but still don't have the cheese that I may be needing. Been weeding, cleaning, packing up my green things, fetched from the patch North with pathways between them. Occasionally I'm perched like a bird eating Perch that I caught on a mean swim, but that line may not mean things, it's a mix of truth and dreaming. I did bring perch though, seven and a third's ghost. I also brought potatoes, salad, tomatoes, vegetables I don't know the name of I'd like to slice and dice with a sable, but I think I'll save that for later.
I brought a huge to-do list, and I've soon been through it, but the most important do-it's are still left until I'm through this. Blog post, I can't say that I've blogged most, this year, but this here's the first triple-weekly summary I've posted since I appeared out of thin air, , a bit rare, since time has been a bit scarce, also I've been procrastinating like I've missed at least twenty six years. So it's clear, share this with your friends and foes and poke your nose as open prose goes in your ear and... then out it goes.
To sum up three weeks like my life is. It's been strifeless. I went on a pizza buffe and ate nine slices, sat glued by my devices on nine nights without moving my eyelids, waking up surprised that I live. And life is, just the same as when I left, I picked a bag of apples, not to say it was a theft. I had permission believe me, in exchange for a zucchini, we grew up North in the greenhouse; we have what we need. But not fruits mind you, so I'm going to climb two, trees and pick all the pears and plumbs I have a mind to. And then dine huge and fruity like this house is my zoo.
I've been shopping food and shoes, and huge lighters in twos, with built-in flashlights if you don't want to light a fuse. Been away on a game night, on a long walk that same night. And I've been to Gröna Lund, on all of the main rides. It's Stockholm's renowned theme park, the days before they seemed dark, I fought the flu but made it through though I didn't expect to, in time to meet my brother and my nephew and a friend of his, they all stepped through, the doors of my house and stayed here for the next two, days. Late nights and games to play, then they went by train back to a home away. My sister's been on a visit, and buddies I've been missing, and time it flies as alibis it's still the same existence. I don't get 34h days no matter how I wish it, but maybe I'll live dazed till I'm aged like a wistful wizard.
Anyway, that's how I've spent my days these past two weeks. First week flu, next week dwelling, occasional book-selling (course literature), a lot of other projects ending, and starting and pretending, weekend time well-thinned by events and well friends. Week 35 I was still North, breathing fresh air (there's considerably less here), swimming in the lake every day always great feeling swell when I wake, now I vent to escape. This week soon ends, so then I'll make, a new post, see you then and do note (Note what? I don't know, to vote?). Here's last week.