Baluns

It’s new years day and I’m on the sea again. It’s 2009 this time, I’ve noticed… Reading about occult shit in some urban, Stockholm magazine. I’m trying to stay calm and happy, although I feel such antipathy towards the travelers that do this for fun. I find it very hard to say who’s a whore and who’s just horny… Of course it doesn’t matter; I should stop over analyzing all the time. ;]

     
Sure, you can try to read and use time wisely on the ship but they damn sure are going to empty your purse… That’s for sure! People usually feel like eating every day, that’s why they’ve come up with the brilliant idea to stretch out the voyage. Business hour is every hour, hurray!
What do we learn from this? Do your homework with style and hopefully you’ll have enough greens to fly when you’ll be a big girl. Aha, well what about pollution. Jesus Christ! Do we have to have this conversation again?! Knowledge is responsibility; and it’s constantly carving it self into your head and won’t stop singing aloud with it’s hands on it’s ears, before society have manage to turn you into a psychopath. Incidentally, the need of changing surroundings is great urge for many people, I believe it feeds the brain. Or maybe it’s just me being a hopeless escapist, dreaming of adventure. Where’s my jungle knife and my snow shoes?!?

     
New Years Eve was really nice. We headed to the suburbia of Stockholm; I believe the place was called Kallhäll. Names doesn’t say much, anyhow, it took a chat in a train and a chilly run over a bridge, and some zic zacking betweens icy asphalt and a march over a field to get there. It went from watching that James Bond movie, where the voodoo crocodiles get hungry for Roger More with one eye, to jamming to David Bowie on Sing Star… It seems to be pretty much a bunch of role-players, so we even got to enjoy this dude acting out a Russian folk tale for us. But no vampires or Star Wars suits around, which was a pity! 

     
Happy New Year!

     
//You rocket stunned sidekick