Monkey. (1976)

Sisterz. (2006)

i have a sister.

she is 4 years old.

she usually wakes up at 7am.

but..

every morning at about 5am, she comes in to my room.
to sleep in my bed till 7am.


today she came in to my room, with a philosophical preschool-question.


(approx. 5.03 - 5.04am)

- hey alvie?

  - yes?

- hey alvie?
- hey alvieee?

  - yes?

- hey alvie..
- if you get a toothbrush stuck up your ass....
- ...
- how do you get it out?

  - whaaat?!
  - you know, goodluck, i really don't know.

- ....
- maybe you could take it out with you'r hands..
- ?

- yes.

The love. (1979)

everyone is in love.
im not. (just with you).

here is why you are in love.

YOU ARE IN LOVE BECAUSE...:

you keep confusing the feeling "lust" with love.
you keep saying that you are in love.
you havent thought enough about the fact that you may, one day, have to rescue the lover out of a burning building.
you put yourself in others shoes too often.
you empathize too much.
you don't expect something in return.
you love beeing crazy/mad/etc.
you don't understand that love is a bitch.


Cunninlynguists – Hourglass


despite all written above, iloveyouforever

Mezzanine. (1998)

soundtrack of my day: Massive Attack – (Exchange)

picture of my day (makes no sense):

whaaat?

Yes. (2008)

so, you'r a male nurse?

Saturday night fever. (1977)

just because this is supposed to be the best day of the week.

and because it is: Quadron – Average Fruit (SLYM Remix)


iloveyou

Helooo. (1989)

i work part time as a housekeeper.

heloooo, hooousekeeeeeeping.


working as a housekeeper has changed my vision on how a housekeeper is supposed to look like.



this is my idea of a housekeeper:

this is the reality...:

reality is a bitch.

pees and love.

Dreamz. (2011)

ill never be a musician.

here is a picture of the two turds in chicago:

peaseandlove

IDOL. (1982)

i want to introduce you to my idol.

her name is coco.

ilovehertoo.

here is a picture of her:

and here is a song she made with some friends:

Boom Clap Bachelors – Løb Stop Stå (feat. Coco O.)

lovelovelove

The New Flavor. (1996)

Chop Shop – Drop Da New Flavor
http://open.spotify.com/track/5IkN3e1pZAEnDt5qm4PZJt


I --> love --> you.

Partyanimals. (1954)

Showerparty.

Shut up. (1993)

Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin
Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin

my click come as full sizeable portions


WHAAAT?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyMUKnyoNHw&feature=fvwrel


lovelovelove

Everybody is a star. (2002)

a star is born on the branch of wackness.

iloveyou.

Nailz. (1990)

Here's a picture of some long nails.

soundtrack of my day: Naughty By Nature – Hip Hop Hooray - Instrumental

alvielovesyou

The stress. (1995)

everyone is stressed.
im not.

heres why you are stressed.

YOU ARE STRESSED BECAUSE YOU...:

  don't accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
  are a bitch.
  care too much.
  are not vague enough.
  are not lending someone $20 and never see that person again.
  are not dealing with the fact that your sole purpose in life may be to serve as a warning to others.
  have never bought a car you can't push.
  going to the gym to often.
  care too much about you'r dancing skills.
  don't sleep late.
  don't appreciate the little things.
  don't take the time to cry over you'r recently passed away goldfish.
  are always in the wrong lane when things are coming for you.
  don't understand that birthdays are good for you.
  dont't understand that compliments are like boomerangs.
  don't watch french drama at night.
  eat to little carbs.



a truly happy person can enjoy the scenery on a detour.

lovelovelove

Forever twentyone. (1989)

I love meeting you.

M and I are the best people.
good inspiration is everywhere, just don't look for it.

2011 is the best year ever. only good thing are happening.

alvielovesyou.

soundtrack of my day: Beach House – Zebra

                                  Beastie Boys – Intergalactic

Burnout sun. (1981)

ALDRI! (2010)

eg kan ikje forholde meg til blikket ditt
etter det vi har gjort
eg innser at alt er skrevet med kritt
det kan lett viskes bort

så går du ut av rommet, sånn som mange ganger før
eg ter meg som eg ikje bryr meg, men hjertet mitt blør

eg leter gjennom byens gater
det e mørkt, det e kaldt, det e dette eg hater
og eg finner deg ikje der du pleier å være
eg må gi opp, eg e nødt til å lære at
aldri, aldri, aldri, blir du min
aldri, aldri, aldri, blir du min
eg e nødt til å forstå at mellom oss e det slutt
må ta jakken min og gå, og finne meg en annen gutt

eg klarer aldri glemme deg helt
at det ikje ble oss, det e ikje reellt
bare tenk på alt det fine, tenk på minnene våre
den første natten vår, du lå og strøk meg over håret

du e deilig og rar i en fin blanding
hvis eg ikje kan få deg, må eg gå i behandling
eg vil ha deg om natten, eg vil ha deg om dagen
eg vil være kjæresten din i denne sangen, men
aldri, aldri, aldri, blir du min
aldri, aldri, aldri, blir du min
eg e nødt til å forstå at mellom oss e det slutt
må ta jakken min og gå, og finne meg en annen gutt

vi to, var en demo

soundtrack of my day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfqhkqzFJaw

America Loves Gangsters. (1997)

These days they want to be criminals more then they want to commit crime.
Alvie loves gangsters.

There's something about a vandal's lust
The lifestyles of the scandalous
Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis
Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust
Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters
America loves Gottis, America loves bodies
Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies
While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland
Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down On-Demand
We wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be it
Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat it
Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high
Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't swatted a fly
Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms
Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards
In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers
Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York
In the moments we face opponents give thanks to "gangsta"
Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya
Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger
But pop that in the city its "Freeze Nigga!!"

War, load the tanks up
In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger
More major paper in "Gangsta" Gangster
Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters
Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew
Wrangler language, systematic schemes too
Change the brain up, divide and conquer
Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra'd
Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli
Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you
We'll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I
Can't say it's impact hasn't hollowed walls inside my
Heart, my art, ummmm insane
Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain?
You ain't that hard, that scarred or that real
To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that's ill

It's 6pm again
And i'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down
Crowds with machine guns
16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies
And now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these
Streets with the same techniques that shit's hypocrisy
This ain't Democracy it's a Survival of the Fittest
A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness
Picture this
People can become so blind that their ears can't listen
Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition
Never done unto others but claiming that they're Christian
While God's children are sittin home praying and wishing
For answers to their questions
Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destined
Life be a war ain't no time for restin
That's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive
Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died
Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth
Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with
Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions
That man came went
My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back
Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax
But there's no time to be laxed
Because there's a war all through creation
God's Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements


Iloveyou

Everybody wants to be a cat. (1967)



Soundtrack of my day: http://open.spotify.com/track/1RSnX2c2IGbmc7ZNSKuYpZ