melanieisdemented

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My adventures in Sweden have been difficult. Everything i fear and hate about Sweden, i have now been forced to confront. To try and describe what i feel about it, i have composed the song birdshit, as seen above. I MUST ESCAPE THIS PRISON. THIS ZOO.

I am currently back in the icy hell of stockholm, where i am looking for a new tenant for my apartment so i can leave and finish Ulsa.

I live with my mentally ill father and his completely zoned out girlfriend, in a room somebody died in, right next to the lot my dead mom is buried.

They have been having an ongoing party for ten something years, running around naked and gleefully yelling out random news of war and torture, they have exchanged the furniture for parkbenches, people are coming and going constantly and the only way to stay sane is to get completely wasted.

so thanks for this time barcelona. It was emotional.

she was younger than me, and i said thanks im good. In the middle of rambla, on a busy street. First of all im flattered, and in the next split second i thought of how it is the wolds oldest profession, just what the hell im doing here, and i immediately shouted after her: Start rapping!

yeah so ive been playing four shows in now. Two i dont even remember and a third had to be cancelled because you -not me- you, started tearing up furniture.  I absolutely love it here. I need better management. I was supposed to be on an extremely important business meeting today, for which i actually went and bought an alarm clock. I woke up today and found i had smashed the clock to pieces in my sleep. My roomie confirmed this. I think i work with catastrophical ideas. fuck now what am i supposed to do for christmas. I want my next song to be named birdshit.