Warning!

tell me who you are and i tell you who i am. no just kidding.
i'm a 19 year old girl from oslo,norway.
i'm not to be thought of as normal. that would be very wrong to say.
i'd rather you think of me as a spesial girl with spesial needs. i don't like everyone, and not all people like me. but i think of that as a good thing because that way you will allways know who your real friends are.
i love art. i allmost live for it..but i hate to draw, i only paint. my paintings often reveal my deepest secrets, iven if i don't want them too.
i also love to wright. and the things i write are very spesial and not for everyone to read:) anyway,just send me a message and i will most sertenly respond.

xxx angie


Siste nytt(i mitt mindre spennende liv) Nå har jeg vært tre måneder i utlandet. De beste tre månedene i mitt liv. Det startet med problemer, men det ordna seg. Mens jeg reiste traff jeg det hyggeligste reisekompani som man trenger for å klare seg i den vile verden. Vincent, heter han. Han hjalp meg og forstå at livet mitt ikke er det jeg tror i det hele tatt. I fare for å bli såret av andre mennesker, har jeg levd i en boble, der jeg er sjefen og styrer og ordner som jeg vil. men jeg gikk på en smell.. og det var det beste som har skjedd. Men nå er jeg hjemme i noen dager og planlegger å gjøre det beste ut av det. Det er tid for forandring. La Vita E Bella



this is only the most brilliant song in the hole world: MASTERS OF WAR BU BOB DYLAN:

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead


This is what i believe is the greatest artists in the world:

PINK FLOYD

BOB DYLAN

ERIC CLAPTON

LED ZEPPELIN

THE DOORS

BOB MARLEY

NIRVANA

GUNS N’ ROSES

AMERICA (hate the country but love the band)

ROLLING STONES

GREEN DAY

CSNY

JONI MITCHELL

SANTANA

AND MANY MOORE








this is my tattoo...
I love it to death,
but many people are scared by it.. And I can see why.. But thats not my problem.. I am what I am..
Men det er jo litt fin da














this is my girls tattoo..
i love it allmost moore then i love my own.. but thats life;)
i love my girl to death...
eller hva rose;)her house is : [fair rose]




VINTER:i det siste har en del ting forandret seg i livet mitt. de jeg trodde var mine venner var det ikke. de jeg trodde var mine bitre fiender viste seg og være de som virkelig skulle stille opp når jeg trengte noen.jeg har ikke møtt noen av det motsatte kjønn på lenge og de som kjenner meg vil si det er en god ting. det kommer en tid i alles live da vi vil forandre oss og virkelig finne ut av livet og hva som gjør oss til den vi er. hvem vet kanskje det blir back to school for min del. men,men. til alle dere som forstår det jeg sier, ikke glem hvem dere er i søken etter å passe inn i dagens A4-samfunn....


this is a poem that [*Death Dealer*] wrote for me


"I thought you might benefit from this poem. I just wrote it in your house, it is my story. You don't have to write back; but I hope you read it. It came from my Heart..."


On moonlit path I walk alone,
Eternal Journey all my own;


Abandoned by The people who were dearest to my heart,
Forsaken by my brothers who were nearest from the start;


Friendly Faries, I had known,
Shapeshifted, as I stood alone;


Awakened by the dreadful sound,
Dark figures flutter all around;


"GOD forsakes him", they all chant,
"Persecute him!", they all Rant;


"Take Him, he shall be our slave,
For him, there is no one to save;"


For twenty two years I needed no-one,
for twenty two years, I sought for a home;


Twenty two years of fighting, refusing to run,
I had finally fallen, for I fought all Alone;


With no strength left within me, I could no longer fight,
With no breath, I could not scream out into the night;


Thus they stabbed me with knives, as they slashed me with claws,


They pierced me and judged me by devilish laws;


In my ears, they all shouted, in my face they all Roared,
So numbed by my loss, all of this I ignored;


Till the cold hit my wounds, causing me to recall,
Times with my Wife & childeren, so happy were we all;


Yet she left, for a fool at that time, I'd become,
Though I begged her forgiveness, the pain had made her numb;


Not in pain from their slashings, nor in terror of their shrieks,
But of Love and grief for my Family, I Screamed for Deliverence from these freaks;


Somone had heard me, I knew not who,
The wretches had slithered out of view;


And though my heart still bled with grief,
My doubt had turned into belief;


I never cheated on my wife,
I never hit her in our Life,
I nevercame hame drunk or broke,
Never treated my sons as a joke,
I loved them all, yet I had lied,
My arcane practices, did I hide,
When she uncovered what I'd concealed,
My broken promise was revealed,
Now hate I witchcraft, in return,
With passion against the occult I burn,
My family, was too high a price,
They were my Joy, my Love, My whole Life...

just another picture..



this is from the vigeland museum in Norway. Its very famous.