Éire go brách!

Jag... är... så... tongue-tied.


Dina andetag svalkar när jag rasar i raseri. Du är god, du är fin. I kill.

Ops... Fel blogg!

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In time of distress, there's only onething to do. And I'm doing it now Glen... I'm doing it now. I'm doing it for "you".

Will you be my anchor?
When there is no-one around to hold me down?
Will you be my anchor?
I know you're not the answer...
[there's an angel at me table. and he's pulling me down]

"And how in the world did we come,
To have such an absent love?"
 
Fair play to all those who care, fair play to you.

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Anyways.. my Nan always used to warn me about the number 3. She said, 2 is fine and even but 3 is odd. Three is always one too many, it never works out. It's just like that Travis song... "It's 1, 2, 3.. and you lose."
Third wheel, that is what this is, and this is what it is.
"Rule number 3, get up off your knees."
"Rule number 2, don't be a fool."
"Rule number 1, carpe diem."
I need to listen to my Nan more, she is after all a wise lady. One, two, three and I lose.

Some say  "two's company, three's a party". And there should be fireworks at parties right? Well there are no explotions here. No bunnysuits, no prezzies, no champange. No, no, no. No nothing of that. Not lately.

Hail the nightcrawler. I'm just talking through my hat again, never mind.

-Eb.


And fair fecks to those who stand up when others fail. Fecks to those who... well you ought to know.