Scope

 A story I've written. It's quite long, and i'ts not really about me.

Slipping Slowly

 

By Joel Arvidsson

 

 

Yesterday, vomiting vodka and lumps of molten white bread into my toilet, I had what you would call an epiphany.

Shit, I’m surprised it still makes sense today. Then again, maybe that’s not such an ...

this is music for when you are stuck in a moment of panic
looking down to see you're luckily holding a xanax
sometimes art is just fucking a hole through the canvas
I like titties too, but fuck it, Im groping your damage
I don't wanna break world records, I wanna scratch'em
So it mismatches the walk when ...

If I wasn't the best then why would I not tell you?-
cmon man, if I didn't I'd loose the shock value-
my antics are all about classic dramatics-
rappers are static compared to my lazarus magic-
players do more handshaking than rumble packs-
telling me to drop the Rapunzel act, like "man, how dumb is that?...

I make edits to change the shape of the game-
you take credit for aesthetics causing migraine headaches-
I chase panicked staple conventions-
you paint canvas with crazed madness that's making you take xanax-
when you sleep I keep the peace on beats like beat cops-
on each block and I need not a bigger...

The other night, me and my friend are watching the children's classic Mio min Mio for old times sake. And casually he goes,

"Christian Bale as a kid looks sort of like a girl I fingered once. Er, I mean twice."

I hastily proclaimed it to be the most genious line ever uttered, but soon revoked this clai...

Allright, so by mere circumstance I ended up at Trig Headquarters in Stockholm last night. It was me, this girl I know and a bunch of grungies led by a guy from Sexy Death. They've got a cool office, I hope this community's gonna be real big some day. Then I can be the guy saying, "you know, I was at...