stina nordenstam.
telepopmusik's 'yesterday was a lie'.

i want to dream. today i plan to have a good day. in fact i am suddenly near-bursting with whimsical silent-but-heavy-sensitivity to every single emotion that is hitting me now; some songs make you feel this way. you feel like a puppet in a noir-tinged land. woo, music can control you.

despite waking up later than i wanted to, i had to run. so i did about 3 - 4 km; the after-eight sun is quite hateful and lovely at the same time. i like the warmth of the shine but hate the way it's too extremely glaring these days - blinding, and hateful sunrays. next time after-eight i'll have to go running with a cap. i want to go swimming in the evening's darkness now. dinner with the fam and uncle eddie in town tonight. meeting bren for coffee after; she's in town watching a movie.

something very satisfying ( i see myself in black and white snapshots, this music playing)about making an omelette sandwich alone in the house after a good run. the quiet chop chop of tomoto, sprinkling three different spices and a very good closure with a cup of camomile tea with vanilla and honey. i've shadowed myself with the curtains.

oh dear i really can't take it anymore. the singing, the music is digging into my skin; it's pinching the epidermis, searing the flesh and doing a potpourri with my blood and this fluid concoction is flowing into my brain. hypnotised. morphine - i think i'm flying.