I was walking, I went to a bar and there was a horse, the horse asked me about my long face and I told the horse about my garden.
The garden was walking and it went to a bar and there was a bee, the bee asked the garden about its long face and the garden told the bee about its stock portfolio.
The stock portfolio was walking and it went to a bar and there was an author, the author asked about the stock portfolio's long face and the stock portfolio told the author about its briefcase.
Now in this briefcase is a world, unlike our own, in this world there is language spoken and understood, in this world there are flowers and mountains and most importantly in this world there is a person.
This person, as it were, had a wife, the wife had children and the children had pets. The pets died. Nobody knew why.
In this bar there was Love, Love had itself a drink as Love tends to do. Love is a 30 year old, Love has a beard, Love has a shiny pen given to it by its mother on its graduation day. Love likes films, films where nobody speaks or moves or even breathes.
The pen was sitting on the table, the pen sings loudly and joyously, the way the pen frowned reminded you of a dream you once had.
In this dream you held hands with destiny and a book, the author's book. The book was called "classic reproductions of Webster's achievements". You were never seen again.

Now, then, have, you, ever, seen, the, pen, on, a, motor, cycle, ?,
A tin with a penny is jumping about on the balcony, there's a howling gale and the sweat is dripping off my shoulders.
Some music that is created
fwoooooosh klingaling fwoooosh klingaling drip drop drip drip fwoooosh clingaling donk donk.
Senselessness deprives the sentient being of its foothold and sends them tumbling down a staircase reserved for the mentally handicapped and pre-op transgenders!

"I have never been so insulted in my life! How dare you insinuate that my breasts are actually non-existent? Do I have to prove myself to you or would it be all right if I just took your hand and led you to la la land where extra-terrestrial offer us what we need?"
"Of course there is the matter of plasticism, science of proctology and the achievement of Webster and his anxieties"
"But of course good doctor, he has never seen the light of day and must thusly know more about the darkness than any of us could ever hope to know"
"Well of course one would assume so but you see that they were never really friends, they only had 2 children and that would hardly count as a relationship"
"of course, one can never be too careful when talking about the sensitive subject of genealogy"

This conversation was overheard by my son, he couldn't remember who said what but his toy box had sworn that none of their members would ever dare utter such words without explicit written permission.

My love for you has not died down and it never will, it will remain through the ages as the trolls are set in stone, eroding but never disappearing and never again sensitive to the sun.

He had never forgiven the sun for what it had done to his flowers, the funeral was embarrassing and the vulgarity of the preachers psalms was borderline enigmatic! He has been suspended and hopes that one day his job will come back from its travels to settle down, when it has found its ribbons again. I'm sure we all agree.

"Have you ever been there then?" "To the briefcase?" "well of course! What else would I be talking about?" "No." "hardly seems to be a broad frame for discussion, barely passes off as a word, much less a sentence!" "I am it, you were never here and they will always bathe in the glory of the author" "it isn't fair is it?" "No." "that's it! Positivity is just what we need for this painting"

"Have you ever been there then?" s/he asked "To the briefcase?" s/he asked "Well of course! What else would I be talking about?" s/he asked "No." s/he asked "hardly seems to be a broad frame for discussion, barely passes off as a word, much less a sentence" s/he asked "I am it, you were never here and they will always bathe in the mistakes of the author" s/he asked "it isn't fair is it?" s/he asked "No." s/he said "that's it! Positivity is just what we need for this painting" s/he laughed

I have never been and nor has the horse, nor has the garden, nor has the bee, nor the stock portfolio, nor the author and never the briefcase. But we would like to go.

The horse bought me a drink, I never tasted a sip of it but it was quite delicious. And when I had finished it I picked up my pen, my briefcase and my wife, her children and their pets and walked out the door.

There was a bar, it was never there but it was always open.

ætli hlutirnir gengu ekki upp af því að við misstum sjónar á okkar eigin sköpunar- og vaxtarferli, við gleymdum listinni sem var okkar byrjunarpunktur?.... pæling.

Bréf til Mömmu

(Blogglesendur, þetta er bréf til Mömmu minnar en mér finst að allir sem ég elska eigi að fá þessi skilaboð frá mér líka =) you know who you are ;P hehehe)


Sæl Mamma mín :) ótrúlega falleg skilaboð og þú skalt fá að vita það að ég elska þig líka!
Ég hef engar áhyggjur, hvernig svo sem braggast úr þessu þá er þetta upphaf nýrra hluta í heiminum, þessi kreppa er um allan heimin og mun valda því að við þurfum sem HEIMSBÚAR að standa saman, skrefi nær heimsfriði! Ameríka mun kjósa Obama að öllum líkindum sem mun vera upphaf nýrrar aldar hjá Ameríku þar sem það er ekki morðóður fáviti í stjórn heldur rétthugsandi minnihluta maður :) Þetta er æðislegt! Ef við þjáumst vegna kreppunar mun það bara kenna okkur nýja hluti um sjálfa okkur og láta okkur einblína á hluti sem skipta máli í lífinu, eitthvað annað en pening pening pening. Jólin Verða yndisleg þar sem við munum ákveða að gefa engar gjafir heldur að nýta þann pening sem við höfum til að vera saman og borða góðan mat og njóta nærveru hvors annars. Ef ég fæ að halda áfram í skólanum þá mun ég bara vera ennþá þakklátari fyrir tækifærið og mun einbeita mér betur og vinna einlægt að honum og ef ekki þá mun það hvetja mig til að leita á ný mið til að öðlast þá þekkingu sem ég þarfnast. Mikilvægasta og magnaðasta listin sem hefur verið sköpuð í heiminum hefur alltaf sprottið uppúr þjáningu og erfileikum þannig að ég vona bara að ég geti orðið hluti af nýrri listbiltingu! :D

Ekki hafa áhyggjur af mér mamma, ég hef fulla trú á því að heimurinn batnandi fari þegar hann missir traustið á peningum.

Ég er hamingjusamur og ég ætla að gera mitt fyrir heimin :)

Ég elska þig og sendu ástarkveðjur, knús og kossa til allra heima (þá meina ég segðu við hvert og eitt þeirra "Hafsteinn Elskar þig"

~Bjartsýnn Haffi

It's like a little leaf, it's blowing in the wind of a huge dark city.
It's very cold but it still floats on.
The leaf is yellow and brown and it's autumn.
It makes music as it gently glides down a wall,
little rasping noises, a noisemaker.
The ground is pavement, thick black oozing blocks of it.
The rain and the light-posts are making a light show.
It is an amazing illusion.

Every drop is electricity, like a lighting it shoots into the ground.
Ink and water, a flowing touch of streams.
Ink and water
Ink and water
Ink and water
Ink and water

It moves perfectly.

Loving little thuds as rubber and stone meet each other.
Loving and caring thuds taking you home.
His fingers are creased and dry. They're in the pockets.
A little note, yellow, blue, glue.
Cold keys next to a warm body.

It's sitting on the train and only seeing your reflection in the glass when you go into a tunnel.
It's seeing a spider-web and decide not to rip it.
It's to deserve a chocolate because you have been diligent on your diet.
It's smoking because you love it.
It's watching horror films to feel safe.
It's kissing someone so that they kiss you back.

Ink and water,
Spirals and solar-flares,
Fiddlers-Green and flowers.

It's having babies because you care for the future in a world that is suffocating.
It's loving honey,
It's hating money,
It's the only rhyme on this page.
It's posting a smiley when your actually not.