Aleksanders Sosiale Utskeielser

emosjonell søppelkasse 4

2007-06-08T06:35:00.000-07:00

Hey, lets get stoned
and leave this town alone
meet me by the city gates
as day breaks
into the morning sun
let's run like kids
lover put your best shoes on
'cause they are coming fast
and we shall never return

Hey, raise your glass with me
to seal this pact
drink up and I'll kiss your lips
drink up and relax
'cause tomorrow we'll be gone
they'll say we left town
and we will leave no trace
they'll say we broke their chains
we'll be pacing towards a better place

emosjonell søppelkasse 3

2007-06-06T18:10:00.000-07:00

Now
It's complete
I rest assured
there's no more to be lost
Felt it eat
itself from the inside out
until everything was dark

Now it bleeds
and I'll show all you who forgot
how it feels
to have your heart cut out
So bury me
In a mountain of flesh
`cause I no longer feel how it tastes

emosjonell søppelkasse 2

2007-06-06T08:56:00.000-07:00

Sitting on the edge of space, holding a photograph
It images the frame of a girl, whos heart I can't keep

This night she let it loose,
spoke her thoughts loud
spoke the truth
Salt watered creeks of my empty palms,
now unite and mirror my faith
A faith you don't want no more
You wanted?

Remember your long brown hair,
your gentle eyes
intensely steared
sideways on your white bed sheets
where they met my face
A face you don't love no more
You loved?

The dreams I deared to dream
were warm and sounded like harmonies
the dreams i deared to dream
were nightmears all along

Emosjonell søppelkasse

2007-05-22T20:04:00.000-07:00

Jeg har prøvd å lage en sang lenge nå. Misforstå meg rett; det er ikke det at jeg aldri har skrevet en sang før, men jeg har lenge slitt med å skrive akkurat denne. Nå som jeg føler meg ferdig vet jeg faen ikke om jeg liker den engang, og akkurat det er utrolig frustrerende. Jeg er uansett nødt til å få den vekk fra papiret mitt, og legge den et annet sted slik at jeg kan begynne på noe annet. Det høres utrolig pretensiøst ut merker jeg, men på akkurat dette med skriving er jeg rimelig sær. Uansett: teksten følger. Ikke kommenter, vær så snill.

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- I heard you begging the moon not to waste it's light on you -

Would you rather collect emptyness
than carry around that blue?
There is no trace of flowers here
all never blooming moods
When you light a cigarette
you allways fire up with stones
thinking if you kill it's glow
the ashes ignite your ghosts

You say: "Now I pay my dues"
tell nobody what you owe
I figure thats between
god and you to know
when it's time to fall asleep
you don't dear to dream
to rest away such precious time
cause ghosts to re-appear

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Facebook

2007-03-23T19:22:00.000-07:00

Hjemmelaget Vin

2007-03-21T12:54:00.000-07:00

Etter en periode med mye snakk og lite handling dro jeg og mine to glade samboere i går ut for å handle inn utstyr for å lage rødvin hjemme i vår ringe bolig. Det gikk så det suste, to say the least.

Det ligger en fin butikk like ved 3b. Det er kanskje derfor de selger så slagkrafige dråper hver tirsdag forresten. Uansett: på dette herlige sted har de alt man trenger for å bli rape drita uten at det koster skjorta. Vi gikk for den klassiske startpakken med to ballonger, en hevert, gjærmåler og full fart. Etter nøye overveielser bestemte vi oss også for å gå for en klassisk rødvin. Visstnok en Cabernet Sauvignon. Den har vi klokketro på, siden dama i butikken sa at det var en rund og god drikkevin.

Hele hopprennet skal visst vare i omlag 10 dager før den må lagres i et par uker. Det er ikke no tull, må vite. Lagres skal den.

Så vi regner med den skal være drikkeklar til innflyttningsfest like over påske. Da er alle velkomne.

Washington

2007-03-21T12:51:00.000-07:00

Hvis du har planer om å kjøpe deg en ny plate i nær fremtid, kommer i dag årets til nå sikreste stalltips for deg som er glad i deilig musikk!

Det er nemlig fryktelig lenge siden jeg virkelig har blitt bergtatt av ei skive, men Wasingtons Astral Sky får lov til å stjele meg i mange timer. Personlig har jeg lenge hatt Paal Flaata på lista over norges desidert beste vokalister, og det er han fortsatt, men jeg har aldri blitt forbauset over hvor gode låtene til Midnight Choir er. Washington beveger seg i litt av det samme lydlandskapet og med en vokallyd som minner veldig om nevnte Flaata. Skiva åpner med noe som minner om et William Hut komp, men det er så mye mye bedre. Videre fortsetter de med godlåter på løpende bånd: spor tre "Trenches", som er min personlige favoritt, tittelsporet "Astral Sky" og radiosingelen "Vaults" følger på spor fire og fem. Begge er av fantastisk kvalitet. Deretter følger fem låter som aldri greier å bli kjedelige eller monotone, verken for seg selv eller i plata som helhet. Det er helt sjukt.

Kjøp kjøp kjøp

Hvis du bestemmer deg for å lete i hyllene etter mesterverket, kan du forresten få vite at den ser akkurat sånn ut.

Internet loosing streak

2007-03-14T20:30:00.000-07:00

Siden bloggen min heldigvis heter "Aleksanders sosiale utskeielser" og ikke "Aleksanders fasion emporium" kan jeg skrive om andre ting enn klær og greier. Det synes jeg egentlig er like greitt, for akkurat nå merker jeg at det brenner litt inne i meg.

Internettpoker er stikkordet.

Den siste tiden har jeg mildt sagt hatt utrolig uflaks. Derfor hadde jeg intil i dag tatt en pause på omlag to uker for å roe ned den verste tilten etter det berømte AhAc8x9x oppspillet mitt i omaha hvor jeg floppa solid second nuts med AxQxQx i flop, byr ut 15 dollar og får syn - hvorpå jeg setter ham på en dame siden han ikke plusser meg. Blank på turn og jeg byr 50 dollar hvorpå han flyr all inn med ytterligere 120, jeg syner selvfølgelig og han viser opp huset sitt med dame i taket mot mine esser. 1 outeren dinger selvfølgelig inn og jeg blir sittende på chat-tilten. Fint det.

Dagens seanse begynte rimelig bra. Jeg satte inn totalt 100$ på to omaha pl bord. Spilte meg opp til omlag 180 og satte meg på 2x NL hold'em 0.5 - 1 med alle pengene. På det ene bordet gjør jeg det ganske bra, og plusser de ca 80 jeg starta med opp til 150 som jeg tar med meg ut fra spillet.
På det andre starter det også relativt bra. Jeg re raiser utg som har plusset til 5 med ytterligere 15 på knappen med QhQs og får syn. Floppen viser QxKx8x og han bestemmer seg for å gå bonanza med sine 90 dollar. Jeg syner lett og dobler meg til 200, da han sitter med AxKx. Så bestemmer denne klovnen seg for å kjøpe seg inn på nytt med 100$. Han får doblet seg rimelig kjappt med par mot par uten treff, og etter omlag en times spill møtes våre veier igjen. Hånden forløper seg på følgende måte:
Jeg sitter i BB med JhJc. Tullingen bestemmer seg for å plusse opp til åtte dollar uten annet raise og jeg tenker at han prøver å kjøpe. Derfor syner jeg i håp om at han skal følge opp bløffen sin. Ingen andre syner. Flop viser 6xTx7x rainbow, og jeg kakker. Han flyr ut med potbud på 18 dollar og jeg plusser ham til 50. Luringen syner. Turn er en ubetydelig toer og jeg byr ut 50. Han smeller all in og jeg syner med mine siste 100$ - vel vitende om at jeg MÅ være best. Siden expekt er en idiotklient vises ikke kortene før river er slått, og når sistekortet bestemmer seg for å være en 4'er sier det seg nesten litt selv at apegutten har dinga inn to par med firern i bånn og seksern glisende i taket. Det er en voksen måte å tape 1300 kroner på spør du meg.

Nå er jeg ferdig med nettpoker på ubestemt tid, og kan i stedet konsentrere meg om å sette vin sammen med mine to nye samboere.

Makan til faenskap.

Redesigned

2007-03-08T17:41:00.000-08:00

Since I'm publishing the full story about the amazing job I did on these jeans in the next edition of Under Dusken, the pictures speaks for themselves. Feel free to comment.

Lazy Sunday

2007-03-04T14:51:00.000-08:00

Since my only good trainers has been sent to the afterlife, Sundays are no longer the same. The usual big trainer + big t-shirt routine is no longer possible since I've only got more or less tight pants to wear. Yesterday, and being hung over in JEANS, was a living Hell. Today's outfit have been chosen as a result of this.

I've been seen wearing a striped boxer and a hooded sweatshirt all over the house. Luckily, I'm not a very private person. Showing off my legs to the rest of the boys could for some be a struggle, but not for me. After all I do lap dances for money on Tuesday and Friday nights. Five bucks per shake if anyone is interested. Anyways: Today has been strange, but I've refused to wear jeans or cotton trousers. After all, it's Sunday and God did NOT design Sundays for neither fit or anti-fit pants.

I'm buying new trainers tomorrow. Guaranteed.

The day after

2007-03-03T10:45:00.000-08:00

Unfortunately, I had to get out of bed today. It's the day after and my only good trainers have gone to heaven. Therefore it's a sad day. I'm wearing jeans. I'm hung over in jeans. It's no good.

Motherfucker, bitch and crap.

Tomorrow will be better.

Adog.

Dress to impress

2007-03-01T14:22:00.000-08:00

Every once in a while we have a round of poker at my house. Since poker is THE SPORT for real men, I'm sure most of you readers out there know the setting. Now, I know a group of sophisticated alpha males gathered around the filt is intimidating. But by wearing the right outfit you are no longer the sucker among them. Since I'm big on guides, todays five step program will contain my basic routine before sitting down at the table.

1: Take a shower and shave. It's important to look fresh and relaxed.

2: Do not wear aftershave. It could irritate your skin and make you sweat more in a stressed situation. The same goes for hair wax. A nice balm and a fairly anonymous deodorant stick is what you need.

3: Wear comfortable clothes. A khaki or loose cotton trouser is ideal since your ass doesn't get to much oxygen. A pique shirt is not to fancy for home use, but do not under any circumstances take a pink or yellow one. Showing off your metrosexuality in a poker game is not the best idea - to say the least. You should iron both your pants and shirt. Folds are signs of a messy closet. You are a man who takes good care of both your clothes and money.

4: Sunglasses are overrated. Even though you're taking the game EXTREME seriously your friends should not know. Wearing a cap or beanie indoors is also strictly forbidden.

5: Do not wear silk ribbons.

So.. Ready to make some money?
Remember: it's ALL IN the appearance.
Have a good gone.

- A'dog.

Vintage Wash

2007-02-28T13:50:00.000-08:00

I've been doing some laundry today. Surely my mother would think of it as a crime to mix colored and white shirts but judging from the result it seems to be THE thing to do. In order to get the real vintage look, colors must be mixed. I KNOW you guys are dead curious on how this masterpiece of a plan is carried into action. So I'm kind enough to share the complete guide:

1: Take all your dirty clothes, except underwear, and fit as many of them as you can in the washing machine.
2: Open the washing powder chamber and pour some powder in there. You might think you know the drill here, but you have to use exactly 0.635 oz of First Price Powder in order to get the perfect result.
3: This one is extremely important. Do not under any circumstances use fabric softener. OBS OBS!!! This is SERIOUS!!!
4: Start your engines, using a program for normal wash on 104°F
5: Wait until the machine finishes and remove all the clothes.
6: Hang your clothes up to dry in a suitable location.
7: Wait until there is no water to be found before you put your shirts and jeans on, and I PROMISE you'll look sharper than ever.

So, you should get the original vintage experience if you become a slave to my methods. If not, you're probably a looser.

ps.
The reason why underwear should not be washed this way is pretty obvious. Using fabric softener, the underwear gets a lot more comfy. I know it's kind of gay, but the method is a killer with the ladies. You need to trust me on this one. Also underwear should be processed on a higher temperature since it's kind of hot down below (if you know what I mean).

Love and liquor,
Aleksander

Busy day

2007-02-27T15:06:00.000-08:00

Since today has been a total CIRCUS, my outfit kind of just slipped my mind.

I woke up early in the thirteenth hour, checked my watch and closed my eyes for about ten more minutes before the sunlight got to intense and I had to roll out of the sheets. I slipped into a boxer and some slippers, pulled a tanktop over my head, pulled it back, rotated it twelve hours and back on again. I hate it when it has a print on the front. People will notice it if I'm wearing it the wrong way around.

Anyways:
I kept the morning dress on for about six hours. Then put on some socks, shoes, baggy pants and a snowboarding jacket before visiting the supermarket. Took'em off as soon as I came back home again. Made myself a nice toast-dinner, scratched my balls on the sofa for a couple of hours and now I'm sitting here summing up today's fashion highlights (which are obviously not too many).

Needless to say: If VOUGE had called me on some kind of video mobile thing it would have been embarrassing.

Well..
Se you tomorrow folks, and remember silk ribbons for life and power to the people.

One.
Aleksander

Clothes and stuff

2007-02-26T17:17:00.000-08:00

I love wearing clothes. It makes me feel warm. Especially if I use a thick sweater or a jacket over my t-shirt. This weekend will be the start of something new and beautiful. I can feel it. Attending this design class could really open some doors for me.

So..

I've searched the internet, looking for others who have a burning passion for design and vintage clothing. Along the way I've learned that silk ribbons can't be used to often, trends come and go but boots don't and wearing old scarfs makes fashionable people look even more stunning. Great huh?

In this blog I will be keeping all you fans updated on the big happenings of the international fashion things. Like vogue and shit.

Perhaps I'll even tip you off on some of the great COUPS that can be done all over Europe's finest vintage shops.

Hollah.
Aleksander