City Lights

The lights shine so bright and clean in the night. City lights, lanterns, lights from windows. They shine out of the utter dark which surrounds them, and they inspire the tired ones to go to sleep. A lonely wolf lies on the white grass, chewing on a bone. Lying there, chewing, looking up to the lights of the farms. Above the wolf theres a small, white house with a window. A young girl draws the curtains to her and giggle at the thought of another day with playing. The frost fly in the wind ever going to a place, a place where frosts are lying heavily and creating snow. And the lights shine, they smile at the towns in the night.

A wind comes heavily from the north, wrenching through the landscape, throws rabbits out of their caves, casts the crow to her wings and punches the window to slam into the windowframe, while the girl shivers and nearly wakes up.

Red Chocolate

Piece of chocolate
lying in my mouth.
Lying
Dying
Flying


Red chocolate,
shiny paper.
Strip it down
Lovely town
Crispy clown.

Teeth shiny and glad
Stomache of joy
Lovely kind
Sleepy mind
Happy and blind

Shiny and tastefull
lovely mouthfull

Seductin Soviet Kitsch

Lately, I've been obsessing about this russian/american artist named Regina Spector. Lately I got her cd in the mail, and it was extremely well made, much better than I ever could've imagined. I anticipated it to be good, but in a indie sort of way. If you know what I mean, there aint that much extremely good indie music, but people just accept indie as this expressionistic musical trip which would be some of a sin to hate. I mean, how can one hate art, because art is only a state of mind passed in to something. It's more like accepting that the earth is round, nobody knows why, but you just got to accept things as they are?

I am hereby asking you to accept Regina Spektor as a goddess (:

This is why I'm hot

In the process of creating a blog I was first thinking of some sort of creative writers blog, which could inspire me to be more creative in my life. But then I thought it might be selfish to only write self-realizing texts. This blog will therefore hold both musical recommendations, my own "music", self-written texts, pictures, designs, arts, poems, videos and drawings and so on.

I would like people to read the blog, but I do not expect anyone will like it yet, because the design I picked is horrible, and I´m creating a new and better one right now.

My name is Christoffer... and this is why I'm hot ^^