Uppáhalds ljóðið mitt og það eina sem ég hef fyrir mitt litla líf getað lagt allt í heild sinni á minnið.... finst þetta við hæfi vegna óendanlega valdabaráttu mannfólksins í alheimsmálum, stjórnmálum, heimamálum og vinnumálum..... græðgi er rót hins illa, ef ekki væri fyrir pening myndi þá sumir eins og klobbahár yngri ekki bara drulla sér frá olíunni?... það segir mamma mín allavega (Takk úlfur aftur fyrir súkkulaðið... ef ég fæ svona alltaf þegar þannig kemur uppá þá máttu endilega alltaf æla með mér í vinnunni ;P)

Kling, kling.
Kistan tóm.
Gleðja sig við gullsins hljóm.
Safna aurum. Aura spara.
Eld að sinni köku skara.
Öllum gæðum öðrum hafna.
- Safna.

Kling, kling.
Kistan hálf.
Kistan - hún er sálin sjálf.
Lofa, svíkja,
sníkja.
Kaupa, selja,
telja.
Smjaðra, smjúga,
sjúga. -
Allra óskum neita.
Brögðum beita.
Reita -
lagða úr annars ull.
Ekki um álas hirða.
Ekkert virða
nema gull.



Kling, kling.
Kistan full.
He, he ... Ormagull.
Kistan var af guði gjörð.
Grafa í jörð.
Grafa í jörð.

Davíð Stefánsson

~Spookyo_O greedy as a Dúlla!

gerum eitthvað brjálað! SPRENGJUM SIRKUSINN!

~Haffi... awaiting inspiration =P

Well now my lovely lovely readers =) I have an announcement! :

I GOT INTO ROSE BRUFORD COLLEGE OF SPEECH AND DRAMA!!!

I don't know what more to say really, I can hardly believe it :D but I am so happy!

~Spookyo_O <---you can't tell but I'm smiling.

auditions went incredibly well :) the interview was good, the only question that might influence my entry in a negative way was if I was able to cope with writing BA essays, I never to have written a BA essay in my life could not answer that consequentially BUT I could tell them that my english exceeds expectations (by the standars of a non-english speaking country (meaning as a first language)) and that I know how to verbalise my experiences (allthough I haven't really spoken english for about a year now so my verbal expression at that moment was quite sub-standard to what they and I have come to get used to). but all in all everything wen't extremely well and now I anticipate their decision and by their word I will either explode with joy or fall into the darkest pit of desperation I have ever know. No pressure :P hehe...

~Spookyo_O A proud thesbian!

Auditions tomorrow... wish me a catastrophy! =D

~Spookyo_O tragicomedian... hehehewhaaaaaa!!

Guess what?! =D I will be competing alongside with some of my co-workers in the nationals of the barista cometition :) we did great and its FANTASTIC!!! :D I'm so happy and proud of myself! =) I dont usually do good at things so this comes as a surprise =) I ROCKED!!! =P

~Spookyo_O is caffinated... in my mind!

never mind that other post :P silly nilly was I =)

ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD because it makes it more fun when you get there :P

I want to and I will!
I am looking forward.
AND I WILL ROCK!!!

OH how I will rock how I will brush all of those fine good people =) I CAN'T WAIT!!!! =D XD

happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy!

~Spookyo_O floral barista.

Don't look forward to things, you'll only get dissapointed, dont look forward to let your light shine because often something will shut it out. People don't give a fuck and if you look for help your only bugging them.

I wanted!

I was looking forward to it.

AND I WOULD HAVE ROCKED!

fuck THIS shit!

~Spookyo_O soon to be between jobs.

Just a reminder because I think that might be the reason nobody comments on this page.... or I'm just that boring :P

anyway... you can comment by clicking the pale blue "Spooky0_0" at the bottom of each post, a new window will open where you can post your comment, name, homepage adress and e-mail.... a name will suffice. after each comment the number in Spooky0_0 eyes will rise so if there is one comment it will be "Spooky1_1", if there are five it will be "Spooky5_5"

so thank you for your attention and I hope this will bring forth a future filled with comments.... I hope... really I do.... I mean it............. lonely I am so lonely........ duduru..... hmmmm..... foooooooood........ yeah.... bye.... *gone*

~Spookyo_O is ---------- about eurovision.

So utterly lost...

(this is a picture copied from http://www.wulffmorgenthaler.com/)

BEAUTIFUL! I applaude Wolffmorgenthaler, they are fantastic!

hehehehehehehehehe!

~Spooky hey yall, lets have us a hoedown or a hootnanny!

"It flows like a steady stream of sand through its bridge in the glass dome, beginning with a cone of negative space which digs deeper and deeper until finally the last grain of sand goes down with a silent thud. After this one of two things may happen, either the glass is turned over and the process will be repeated or the glass is left alone, void of movement, life and silent sound."

~Spookyo_O -"make your move"

Reading plays and about their playwrights.

Fun facts about the three I have read about so far :P

Dario Fo's wife (both political theatricals and satirists) Franca Rame was kidnapped, tortured and raped by italian fascists but this icredible woman returned two months later onto the stage to keep on protesting fascism with new monolouges against the injustice :D FUCK YEAH! YOU GO GIRL!!!

On Eugene Ionesco's grave it lies written "Pray to the I don't-know-who: Jesus Christ, I hope" hehehe he thought (like so many others I hope... myself included) that the reality of reality was incredibly unreal or absurd, that the floor is down and the ceiling is up is WEIRD!

Samuel Beckett was stabbed in the chest by a pimp but he dropped the charges on the account of him finding his assaulter a completely likeable guy and well mannered :P obviously Beckett does not hold a grudge easily

hehehe

hope you enjoyed these funfacts and I hope they will be followed by even more.

~Spookyo_O corybantic.

Þú ert 90´s kid ef þú:

Þú getur klárað þessa setningu [ice ice _ _ _ _ ]

Þú manst eftir því þegar það var ennþá spennandi að vakna á laugardagsmorgnum til að horfa á barnaefnið...

Þú færð ennþá "urge" til að segja "NOT" á eftir næstumþví öllu

Það var gert út um málin með "steinn skæri blað" eða "ugla sat á kvisti"...

Þegar lögga og bófi var daglegt brauð

Þegar við fórum í feluleik þangað til við gátum ekki meir

Þegar við vorum vön að hlýða foreldrum okkar...

Þú hlustaðir á útvarpið allan liðlangan daginn til að bíða eftir uppáhaldslaginu þínu, til að taka það upp á kasettutækið..

Þú manst eftir því þegar Super Nindendos og Sega Genisis urðu vinsælir

Þú horfðir alltaf á America's Funniest home videos

Þú horfðir á Home Alone 1, 2, og 3 og reyndir að gera sömu trikk

Þú manst eftir því þegar Jójó voru kúl

Þú horfðir á Batman, Aladín, Turtles og Pónýhestana...

Þú manst eftir sleikjóunum sem voru á hring til að hafa á puttanum..

Þú manst þegar það áttu ekki allir geislaspilara

Þú bjóst til gogg þegar þú varst lítill...

Þú áttir tölvugæludýr

...eða Furbie

Þú hefur ekki alltaf átt tölvu, og það var töff að vera með Netið

Og Windows '95 var best

Michael Jordan var aðal hetjan..

Kærleiksbirnirnir

Þú safnaðir lukkutröllum

Og áttir vasadiskó

Þú kannt Macarena dansinn utanað

Þú veist af hverju 23 er kúl tala

Áður en að Myspace varð vinsælt,

Áður en Netið kom og enginn vissi hvað sms var..

Áður en ipod kom til sögunnar

Áður en PlayStation 2 og Xbox voru til,

Þegar strigaskór með blikkljósum voru málið

Og þú leigðir spólur, ekki dvd,

Og það var eiginlega enginn með símanúmerabirti

Og þegar við hringdum í útvarpið til að reyna að fá uppáhalds lagið okkar spilað til að hlusta á í vasadiskóinu

Áður en við áttuðum okkur á því að allt mundi breytast

Hver hefði getað ímyndað sér að við myndum sakna þessara tíma!

Repostið ef þið munið eftir þessu öllu..

~Spookyo_O has Peter Pan syndrome.

I want wings..... I think I've got little stubs growing... a long way from transcendency. One day... one glorious day =D