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Spokenword Workshop at Gentofte HF (DK)

February 9, 2016 · by sticscrew · in News, Poetry, workshop. ·

Yet another day at the office – this time spent at Gentofte HF coaching 120 high school students in creative writing and spoken word.

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Jag tänker ofta på kassörskan på Ica. Jag tänker ofta om hon skämdes när hon läste på kvittot att jag hade köpt allt som fanns i kassan. Jag undrar hur hon kände sig när väktaren hade heller inget att säga när hon kände sig hotad av att jag frågade henne om hennes frågor.
Känslan, att ha stått I kö under en pandemi för att kunna köpa en lott. Damen framför mig skulle tydligen göra samma sak. Hon vann. Nej alltså hon vann min lott. Hon valde samma siffror som jag hade spelat på sedan 86'. Hon vann.
Jag minns hur hon sa till mig att jag gav dem ansikte, så missförstånd skulle ses som något förväntat. Men jag var förvånad, för varför skulle våran samtal ses som något man inte gjorde?
When a mirror calls his other mirror and says.
Welcome to the month of February. We're challenging everyone out there who is healthy to go donate blood! Blood cannot be artificially made and therefore it can only be given to fellow human beings by good hearted people who DONATE... Don't think of this as a "I'll donate blood because one day I might need blood", but think of this month as a challenge if you're scared of needles, think of this month as a way to do something good for other people, think of this month as a chance to prove to your self that you can help more people than the ones you actually know. Even if you never get to meet that person who you helped, he/she will NEVER forget you and people like you!
I got the message without having to read a text. She taught me about my mistakes, I thanked her deeply. For honestly, between us, what else do I have left.
She just wanted to live simple. No justifications nor desires to deal with the fast life of the city. She wanted to stare at the moon during the night times and ask if rainbows were only seen during the day. She wondered if the moon ever got jealous. For it seemed that lunareclips hidd the secrets behind what seemed to be living within.
After our conversation last night about double standards, she woke up this morning and sent me an invite to like her friend’s page about beauty. I didn’t like it. Because why can’t those that have been knocked down by society stand the ugly truth? I remember standing by her side when she used to look into the mirrors from her right side. She didn’t believe that she was photogenic.
He didn't want to draw attention now that the sun had set, but his cologne couldn't help but draw the wrong type of attention. They saw him, I mean they smelt fear. He walked faster, so did they. For what is a long trip if your car won't shift to the right gear?
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