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Oh, Anything To Feel Weightless Again (Visgroothandel)

Posted in D-LUX 5, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on March 9, 2014

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  1. Francis J said, on March 9, 2014 at 4:22 PM

    One of these places better at night than during the day, yet it’s closed! Better for the shooters, of course. For the eaters, I don’t know.

    • Knutsvik said, on March 10, 2014 at 7:07 PM

      haha, ay, Francis – even shooters have to eat so maybe it’s some sort of Belgian zero sum game in the end😀

      thanks, pal!

      Hepp!

  2. hobokollektiv said, on March 10, 2014 at 8:26 AM

    “They all had forgotten how to start a fire” (The Handsome Family)

    The night is dark & red, buddy. All it takes to make a grown man sobbing for more. And you keep the flame alive in those glowing darks. Sometimes this life just feels like two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. Year after year, captein. And than it’s diving time again. Diving deep into the heart of small streets & dark towns. With all that yearning for a fire deep inside. A red flame all trhough the night. And you keep the flame alive!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on March 10, 2014 at 7:32 PM

      ay, Fritsch, buddy, what a strangely cool record “Through the Trees” is – it’s … borderline genius and perfect for those hours of darkness and deep fires. we both know it and we both yearn for it, for hours of deep fires and darkness and strangely cool records….

      thanks, pal!

      Hepp!

  3. z ... said, on March 11, 2014 at 7:43 PM

    ***
    Lethargy, Narcolepsy, Early Spring Blues
    Lent, Ascension, Circadian Rituals, and
    under stimulated hormonal Glands hihi,
    and then ….Equinox wheee ! If I still live !
    *

    • Knutsvik said, on March 12, 2014 at 10:04 AM

      ay, Zamoysky, Princessa, We Live In Darkness And Some Do Thrive In Darkness, And The Children Of The Night They Hunt And Feed In Darkness Too, But Equinox Is Coming And Night Must Make Way For Light, The Moon Shall Be Relegated And The Spirits Will Move Under Midnight Sun Again, Zamoysky, The Spirits Shall Once Again Walk Under The Midninght Sun …

      • z ... said, on March 12, 2014 at 12:33 PM

        xxx
        These are amazing Words
        Thank you so for the Hope, MK
        ***Under the MIdnight Sun
        The Spirits Shall Walk Once Again***
        My Sibling of the Night has spoken !
        x

        • Knutsvik said, on March 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM

          ay, Zamoysky, Princessa, Ignis, Mecum Ambula, Ignis, Mecum Ambula, Baby, For That Is How We Roll And That Is How We Ramble….

  4. MT said, on March 14, 2014 at 9:20 PM

    Så fin kommentarrekke🙂

    Eg er fisk🙂

    • Knutsvik said, on March 15, 2014 at 1:09 AM

      haha, ay, Marie, av og til er ein fiskehandlar berre ein fiskehandlar og av og til er han noko anna, og kven veit kva som skjer bak dørene når natta senker seg, og alt ein eigentlig vil er å vere ein raud bil i natta, ein raud bil som suser gjennom den svarte, belgiske natta fullasta med blå blues og tromboner og trompetar og negertrommer og ein stad regnar det ikkje, og det er berre neonlys og svette og fire walk with me og sweet soul music in the midnight hour og ein raud bil og ein fiskehandlar i Belgia, baby … berre ein raud bil og ein fiskehandlar i Belgia, baby …

      (eg er steinbukk😀 men det veit du jo😀 )

      Hepp!

      • MT said, on March 15, 2014 at 9:15 AM

        Skulle gjerne sete i den bilen, med blå blues og sweet soul music. Litt meir skeptisk til fiskehandlaren *ler*

        Steinbukkar er fine folk🙂

        Tenk då du, Birkebeinarane slapp ikkje til i dag. All den treninga forgjeves, sukk. Takke meg til aktivitet på to bein:)

        God helg.
        Marieklem

        • Knutsvik said, on March 15, 2014 at 11:44 AM

          haha, ay MT, nokre går på ski og nokre går i hundane og eg veit sjølv kva tid eg sist hadde plankar på beina, for å seie det sånn😀

          ein dårleg kamerat delte tankane sine om våre dagars Birkebeinerar med meg på epost i går (han skriv bokmål, den sniken): dette er et land med mange tapere. jeg misliker intuitivt alle som sykler på racersykkel i kondondress. og det er den samme triste gjengen som går birken.

          den karen beherskar kunsten å tenke negativt😀

          laurdagshepp på deg, Marie!


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