ravn86

Näää..har inte sovit i natt...
Vet inte hur det går....känns håpplöst och jag fattar inte varför han håller fast...
Finns andra nu som är bättre än  jag.

Jag vill göra om den där turen til Slåttåvatten  ...hehe..

En natt kvar nu....mmmmm

Iofs så ärkänner jag at det va en rätt så dårlig idè....at låna min polares "copound-båge"
och samstundes va morfin-bakis va nog inte just det smartaste jag gjort ...
Men det är sååå roligt at skjuta !!!!

Så jag skjuter et par rätt goda pilar (ialf för at va mej)...
Senn blir jag nog lite överivrig....jag drar upp....tväkar nog liiite för länge....senn slepper jag pilen ..men bågen står snätt va....och bågsträngen treffer min underarm lika över armskyddet...

Nu ser armen skum ut !!! Jag har en blå-svart bula där på size m en halv tennisboll....(och det är fan sanning)  det ser inte klokt ut ...lol
I skrivande stund bildas det tydligen en blå ring utanför bulan med  ...lol... spooky...

Aja ...jag tänkte endå inte rädda maid Marion....


LILLE-JOHN  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


Edgar Allan Poe.

Känner mej ensam......var faan är alla menniskor?
...........å jaa......sant
dom har et liv.....

Jag va med Lasse och shoppa i går...jävligt dumt skulle det visa sej...för jag va aldeles förstörd senn...pk'na funka inte...och jag fick venta tre timmar innan jag kunde få en morfinspruta...fy fan!!
Det va värkligen hämskt jobbigt..inte orka jag åka til Sander häller...suckar

Sen är jag så arg och så förtvilad över en sak...jag skulle kunna mörda en menniska!!!
Och jag lovar....det är inte et skämt..

Lasse va hos mej i natt...jag orka int va ensam...han va snäll..gjorde inget....när jag mådde bättre somande han i Sanders säng...

Jag va med dej hela natten nestan innan du kunde somna....senn decka jag bara..
när jag vakna nu på morronen ...låg jag på hans arm med min arm om hans midja....
Jag är inte at lita på i sömnen ....lol...Hoppas jag inte har tafsat på han =O

Vill at en jag saknar ska komma hit nu.....fort !!

*suckar*...det har varit två helvetes-dagar....om vilka jag inte ska i gå i detalj nu....tre stycken på två dygn typ...blääää   Ni får inte göra så ju =(
Jag tror så fel om dej tydligen...du har så mycket mera känslor enn jag tror ...och det är ganska underbart  at fatta det =) Och jag är så lycklig nu  för oss...

Because the night belong to lovers...
because the night belong to love...

Min lilla sovmupp....lol