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The realm of the spooky fairy...
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Friday, July 02, 2010. A god once grew flowers, he watered them and stroked them. He changed the soil in the pot and fertilised them. He tended to their limbs with a very gentle scythe. He made the sun shine on them so that their beautiful colours could flow into the world and he made the stars come up when they grew tired. And they still do. Posted by Spookyo O. And their servants the bees are slowly being killed off by cellphone frequencies. *Sniffle*. Haffi and friends :D.
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í lopapeysu og mislitum skóm: December 2008
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Í lopapeysu og mislitum skóm. Það er margt sem ég hef vanrækt þetta árið. Vini mína, fjölskyldu, heilsuna, heimilið, áhugamálin, bloggið, sjálfa mig. Svolítið mikil óreiða á öllu! Það er víst ekkert nýtt! Einhverstaðar segir: Lengi má manninn bæta. Það ætla ég svo sannarlega að vona að sé rétt! Og það er einlægt markmið mitt fyrir lífið að vera stöðugt að bæta mig. það er þá alltaf örlítil von um að ég hringi kannski örlítið oftar á næsta ári. eða kíki í heimsókn, eða sendi jólakort! Ef maður hefur markm...
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. Sometimes I feel i am finally, sane, from you. Sometimes I think I am finally crazy. I finally, lost it. Posted by Spookyo O. Haffi and friends :D. Magga Huu í Barcó. Sometimes I feel i am finally, sane, from you. . In a green hill there is a lake, running slowly an.
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The realm of the spooky fairy...: November 2010
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Friday, November 19, 2010. He dreams of a glass of water. He sits still in his chair gazing out at the window. He sits with his hands in his lap, between his legs. The sides of his soles are up against each other and his head is tilted. He watches birds, leaves, clouds and garbage. He breathes heavily, sitting there. Every now and then he feels the impulse to stand up. But he sits there and watches. As the birds hop from twig to twig, butt in the air. He walks to the sink.
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Monday, January 31, 2011. A lonely maggot, eating his way through the big-toe. He chews slowly and resolutely at the firm skin. Softening with the days, getting more supple. more juicy. The worm pulsates with every step he takes, up the calf and up the leg. A red line as a slug-trail after him, following him. His tiny teeth gnawing away at the flesh. the food. A wedding between nature and demise, a walk up the isle. A cold platter, a slab of post-raw meat, all you can eat.
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Sunday, November 08, 2009. In water we have wings. I feel like it feels to be superman. I feel like it feels to have superpowers. I feel like my body is agile and beautiful. I feel like my mind can focus and gather like a pearl. In water we have no weight. I feel the connection with my world. I feel like other people around me are with me. I feel like my influence extends further than I can tell. I feel like i understand the integral fluidity in the world. How close it is.
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
http://spookyo_o.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while-since-i-posted-anything.html
The realm of the spooky fairy. Sunday, November 07, 2010. It's been a while since I posted anything here. At least just to talk and not "express" something arguably artistic or "vital". It's been a year and a half since I came back from England. I think. It feels like ages since and a lot has happened. It's been a pretty rough year. Personally I've had real problems re-evaluating my situation. Anyways, having to come back home to live with my mum and work at my old job and break up with my boyfriend at t...
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
http://spookyo_o.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-dreams-of-glass-of-water-he-sits.html
The realm of the spooky fairy. Friday, November 19, 2010. He dreams of a glass of water. He sits still in his chair gazing out at the window. He sits with his hands in his lap, between his legs. The sides of his soles are up against each other and his head is tilted. He watches birds, leaves, clouds and garbage. He breathes heavily, sitting there. Every now and then he feels the impulse to stand up. But he sits there and watches. As the birds hop from twig to twig, butt in the air. He walks to the sink.
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The realm of the spooky fairy...
http://spookyo_o.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-green-hill-there-is-lake-running.html
The realm of the spooky fairy. Tuesday, June 14, 2011. In a green hill there is a lake, running slowly and freely. Therein are the most breath-taking prismatic schools of fish. My favorite are the violet ones, they recurrently swim when the sun is at ten hours flight. I dip my toes in and lean back and let the sun blind me as it pokes through the leaves in the breeze. My little hill, my little stream and the grass. Warming my toes as I step around the trees, droplets seeping from my feet in to the so...
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The realm of the spooky fairy...: January 2011
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The realm of the spooky fairy. Monday, January 31, 2011. A lonely maggot, eating his way through the big-toe. He chews slowly and resolutely at the firm skin. Softening with the days, getting more supple. more juicy. The worm pulsates with every step he takes, up the calf and up the leg. A red line as a slug-trail after him, following him. His tiny teeth gnawing away at the flesh. the food. A wedding between nature and demise, a walk up the isle. A cold platter, a slab of post-raw meat, all you can eat.
