https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4SYofTZLvs Lacey, My sister from another mister. A Menne. Who married an Anders....I love that, because Bjorn's name was Bjorn Anders...I always felt like we were family, simply because we grew up in the same area...but I will never forget that day before Christmas two years ago when you looked me in the eye and... Continue Reading →
I watched this music video for the first time today in years...and it gives me the same haunting feeling it did the first time I saw it... when I was younger...it spoke to me in ways I wish nothing did... but I remembered watching and thinking, "I'm not alone." - I may not fit in...I... Continue Reading →
Bjorn was the youngest of we Nielsen's kids of Eglon. When we were young, Erik Bjorn and I would play cops and robbers. Erik and I would pretend to be officers, while little Bjorn always insisted on being Coco the police dog. 🙂 - those imaginary criminals we would fight together did not stand a... Continue Reading →
I feel as if we are all characters written into someone Else's script, just waiting to wake up in the present and realize that we can pick up the pen and take control of the narrative.
Continued from Disassociate – Facing Giants Part 2 ….Chuck looked the same. He still wore the same style hat, the same style clothing, only now I find him without his mustache. I always hated mustaches…they always reminded me of him… “Hi, Chuck. How have you been?” I asked. I could feel my spine straighten. I could... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5MMV5qULV0 "Sex became really messed up for you." He said to me. "That's too bad." "It did get messed up for me." I agreed. "That's too bad you let that happen." "Excuse me?" - "It's too bad you let that get screwed up for you." He corrected. "Are you KIDDING?" I said. "DO YOU... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to1khe36eLU Every one of our lives has a soundtrack. Keep coming back, you will know much of mine! Some day share yours with me. MY LIFE IS BETTER FOR HAVING MUSIC IN IT.
False Flag Silence IS violent and rage is loud, but sometimes fists hit sand without making a sound. Figure it out. Fake friends are dead ends that see ewe and you and me as a dividend not an investment. And real friends, hope fake friends, get their shit together in the end. Real friends may... Continue Reading →