Riding on the backs of earthworms

This is about Saturday
But writing on monday. Is that important? I dont really know quite how, when why or what about I should write. Hopefully that will become clear as I continue. I also have this vague uneasy feeling that i should annonymise everything in case...strangers stumble across this. Ack, for now i ill just wordpuke and see what happens. Apologies if I splashed my wordpuke on you. Feel free to wipe it off.

Longish very cold walk with Ben through snowy woods. Bright and clear. Almost got frostbite when we stopped at a 'sheltered' spot to drink tea. Watched powdered snow cloud blow across and envelope some stalwart cows.
Went into Malmö in the evening to a spoken word thing. Rob (friend of B's from Svenshögen) was doing a story. Sadly we missed that as we were eating a bland curry. So we  got to listen to a bland bearded american guy instead. Looks were exchange. Will he talk forever? Is this what hell is? At the same time i have a sneaking admiration for anyone gutsy enough to stand in front of others. But... 
Lots of religious and philosophical talk this weekend. Its interesting to open up to that stuff.
Drinky afterwards at Nyhavn, Möllan. Robs moved to Lund and is into stand up. Coool!

The stage

That title was meant to overlap the pic. I am such a fucktard when it comes to computers. I like this random white tiled wall. But when the american guy was on i kinda wanted to breeze pass and start urinating against it. Like some of the old outdoor pub toilets. 

Some of these titles might seem a little pretentious, odd, unintelligabubble. But they serve as memory joggers or...hey waitaminute I dont have to explain myself to you! Deal with it!!