Wednesday, October 19, 2005


There is a big hole. It isn't always there. But, when it is there, it is big, gaping, empty....and inside me. It appears when I listen to songs that were big on P3 (swedish radio). Kim Wilde makes it bigger. In the crisp autumn air I imagine that we are walking to the supermarket. The football stadium in October. Jumping up and down with Okinawa on my mind. The hole grows and grows. Do I have to throw half my record collection out the window? This is so fucking stupid.

You know who you are.

Tomorrow I won't need you.


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