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Ahahaha, I should have known, that a blog of me just cannot be left alone :P. But yeah, I plan on keeping up posting.

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~::| 19/09-2171 |  Hello, this thing is sort of on or something  |::~

Holy Resurrection Batman, I never thought this thing would ever, ever, EVER be on at all!

And, oh yeah, fame has total gone. What you have read on Al-Ayyin is totally true, except it is not, because, yeah, guess the Fuck what, you -can- live with not being famous. There will be, no doubt, lots of people who will have a field day with the fact, that I am not doing any AlDjeeh stuff anymore. I know noone will believe me. But yeah :p

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Comments so far:

•Nieto el-Fahd on 19/09-2171 @ 19:08  Fuck'em bitchas. We vampires have your behind.   [reply to this comment]

•Nieto el-Fahd on 19/09-2171 @ 19:11  Keziah, fix my name KTHXBYE   [reply to this comment]

'›Keziah McKenzie on 20/09-2171 @ 22:38  Nieto, post to gatewaybloggeryadmin@mckenzie.co.ea.mars, KTHXBYE   [reply to this comment]

'››Nieto El Fahd on 20/09-2171 @ 22:44  Awesomesauce, w0rks :) Kannahava blog 2?   [reply to this comment]

•Unikat on 20/09-2171 @ 06:14  Well, there will always be people, whose shadow will be attracted by your shadow, and you will always present a hook and you're one looking bad.   [reply to this comment]

'›Anonymous on 20/09-2171 @ 08:22  Oh, here we go again. Why can't you just the Fuck let it go already. You AND Lars.   [reply to this comment]

'››Anonymous on 20/09-2171 @ 08:46  Let what go? The fact that everytime Lars post something, shit hits the fan? Oh BRB, bringing the Crystal Bowl.
Looking in CB
Seeing Lars post stuff, in which he discusses assumptions based on previous experiences.
Enter comment from soemone, who knows what he talks about.
Enter nullg0d (you're not fooling anyone with that Anon), posting that LG should let Idon'tevenknowwhat except his life go. He was fucking referring to that fucking alAyyin article on down-and-washed-up pop singers, and he knows everyone will be OHAHAHALOL UMAD, -INCLUDING- you, as we can see here.

Now we are just sitting here, waiting for Paratoxy. Come-baby-baby-come-come. You know, the song might actually not be about you, but you want it to be about you, cuz you love it that way.   [reply to this comment]

'›››Unikat on 20/09-2171 @ 08:51  Um, that was me up there :P   [reply to this comment]

•Anonymous on 20/09-2171 @ 09:02  Haha, you little shitfest of broken emotions does not interest us in the slightest. Have a happy life, loser! Also, assumptions always makes you an ass.  [reply to this comment]

'›Lars Falkenberg on 20/09-2171 @ 09:04  Good riddance, oh Anonymous.   [reply to this comment]

•Lofotica El Fahd on 20/09-2171 @ 11:12  Crap, Lars, I think you will have to close this blog just now again :P   [reply to this comment]

'›Lars Falkenberg on 20/09-2171 @ 11:34  Haha, and you know what? I don't even -have- a shadow, yet still this happens, when I say "peep"   [reply to this comment]

'››Anonymous on 20/09-2171 @ 11:47  You do realise, that you did not just say "Peep",right?   [reply to this comment]

'››Lars Falkenberg on 20/09-2171 @ 11:48  Okay, maybe I should not have worded it like I expect everyone be up my ass about thsi alDjeeh-thing, but you know what? That people would come with some remarks on that they cannot imagine me being okay with not doing pop music now and comment on that, actually was the thing that came to my mind first, and so I post it. This is my fucking blog! So fuck that. I can't stop the nullg0d party or whoever post this to stop anyway, but I shall be fucked and stop posting just to "not have a dramablog" If this has got to be a dramablog then so be it. Enjoy my shadow, and remember to tip me for the show :P

Also in before all those nutcases saying that I "solely do it to gain attention" *looks around at the five billion plus blogs on the intarwubs :P*   [reply to this comment]

'›››Lars Falkenberg on 20/09-2171 @ 11:52   Haha, as you were, Anon at 11:47, I've basically just read your mind, did I?   [reply to this comment]

•Keziah McKenzie on 21/09-2171 @ 15:27  *looks around* Holy shit, Lars, I'm sorry O.o   [reply to this comment]

'›Lars Falkenberg on 21/09-2171 @ 15:33  *shrugs* It's getting old, but it is strangely becoming comfortable, like an old ugly sweater :P Maybe you can make it so it says "Avalance of bullshit follows, contribute here" or something.  [reply to this comment]

'››•Keziah McKenzie on 21/09-2171 @ 15:39  *lol*, I see what I can do ;D   [reply to this comment]

~::| 01/07-2171 |  |::~

Keziah is overruling your login and posting this. We are workig on the blogging thing!

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•Keziah McKenzie on 01/07-2171 @ 15:01  Testcomment   [reply to this comment]

~::| 15/11-2167 |  |::~

Hi Legolas, if that big thing comes, we will note you!

|posted by admin @ 17:03

~::| 15/4-2166 | Hello, is this thing off? |::~

Guess my blog is dead as a doornail, huh?

|posted by admin @ 09:34

~::| 13/9-2164 | Hello, is this thing on? |::~

So, this is another "Livejournal" just with the difference now, that there is no comment function. The journals with comment function sort of descended to a chat, and we have both a message and a chat function on the Intranet, and therefore noone really posts there, and is has died out, and I am decidedly too lazy to call up a page and put in a password and post, when I can just open my machine, and, pop, there is the input field. So OHAY, this is me blogge. No, you can't comment.

Not much to say, except that I follow all sorts of articles and descriptions in the media of me. I hear, that in your world Robbie Williams got totally crazy about articles about himself, but he could not stop roam the papers, even though it fucked up his day. I read of course all sorts of bullshit, but I have found, because they are not supposed to be my friends, and they're not in the vampire house, it does not really phase me. I am in the extremelt favourable position of this not having to influence my existence in any way. There is always a paparazzi writing that I bang whatever large-breasted starlet, just because some photographer happened to shoot us both in an angle, that suggest we're standing in close proximity. If I were a regular pop singer, my gf would be in tears, and I therefore totally understand, why they are so pissed-off at the lesser part of music journalism. I, however, go totally free of that, KNOCK ON WOOD! (That, until I fall in love with a human O.O) The general gist out there seems to be, that everyone thinks, I think, I am a vampire, and they think, it's stupid. However they credit me for pulling it off very nicely and creatively. Also, there was that article, in which the journalist wrote, that "I don't cum on your face with my alleged 'vampirism'" Thank you for that. I tend to keep my dick inside on all occasions with music journalists, so that was very sincerely reported. I think, what he means is, I'm not biting people in the neck on a press conference or act like Dracula on crack. I'm not shoving, what they think is a made-up identity, in their face, I act "normal" I do get that a lot: He's so normal, despite all the vampire crap. I know, I deviate not so much from the mass, which is the norm, as they expect. I get a lot of wonderment on, how "sincerely I answer journalist bullshit" and get a lot of positivism, that "he really works with the press" It's because I do all the 'What is your favourite colour', 'Name ten things about you, that we did not know'. I love to do them, they're so Livejournal :D

The other is probably about, when I did not get that newcomer award, and there was this reporter all up in my face, thinking, I would look like Botox-stoneface and say some really "Oh, I'm a good sport about this, blabla, fuck", or flip my shit as Kanye West tends to do. I was livid and disappointed, and said it like I felt it, which was, that I really, really thought I at least was nominated, and now this dweep get that price, and the Nanoteam did not, which was my favourite. This threw the reporter off totally, as she expected me saying something about that I think I should win the award. I could see, how she lit up, when I started spitting at Winning Act, but her face fell off, when I said the thing about Nanoteam. When the Nanoteam came out I thought: "When (not if) they win, I'll be happy, because, damn, they're good!" I said all this, and then I said, I was going to get shitfaced in private, and now please sod it, and we went, and it fed al-Ayyin for three weeks. (Winning Act is now really pissed at me, boohoo)

Then there is plastic surgery. I said, which is true, that I got my nose done three times, and had some shit done to my chin and my eyes. Also, that I came to this World with these ears. And my dentist thinks, I'm a nightmare, but they look deadsharp and are doing their job, which is, why there is no reason to do something about them, because why file down healthy teeth. There is, however, a general gist on, that I had my teeth and ears done to look like they do. I did TMI a lot on plasic surgery. I said, my skin really hates the Sun, which is, why I turn up the way I do, and preferably out of the Sun. I talk about metabolism problems, and on how not to be able to grow a beard. Noone really runs stories on me being Michael Jackson. I seriously think, if Jackson had been this open about it, noone would run these stories about him either. There will always be haters, and they will make you feel like the shit a turd just shat out, but in the long run it pays back in terms that it dies down, it's the band aid mechanism: Pull it off at once and feel the sharp pain and scream, or have it be there the next 20 years. I'm now the dude with the genetic condition and the five plastic surgeries, who uses this to purport an image of being a vampire, which sort of works well. All 'vampires' do emo or different kind of rock, I do dance and club music, so I'm the Martian of vampires, the really odd one. The thing that makes me most happy though: It comes up every other month, that I 'despite of all this vampire-stuff and stupid outfits' sing well. People have been illegally cutting supposedly off-line microphones to put it on the Internet, but it never worked for them, because what it showed was that, yes, there is a live mixer, and, whoah, that I do sing live. I don't have a great voice, people like Elton John can always sing me into the ground on any given day with a strep throat, but I do fucking hit the note, also after I've exerted myself on a dance routine. I am seriously proud of that. I'm proud that after one takes away eye makeup, high hair and drum machine, there is still a voice that can do, what it was meant to do. (This does however not keep me from wishing that I could sing like Freddie Mercury, who is my total idol in that department). I know I can sing a-capella and noone will leave the show, but I hate it. I stand in front of the microphone and start to sing, and then I start to twitch all over, and then I have to sort of bounce around, and I always end up bouncing from one end of the stage to the other. There is this video out, where I can see what they mean when they call me Speedball, because it is a really downtone song, and I wander from one end to the other end the entire time like a caged animal, and it would have been so much better, if I had just stood there and sung. In the earliest time I also forgot that there was an audience. I would go in, sing and bounce, and then Alan would tear me a new one backstage for not connecting with the audience, I have so many holes, I could sell them X_x. I do now talk, but I'm never good at it. But the bouncy thing is, why I do not have a lot of ballads and love songs in my sets. I also get comments on, that I play very long sets. And how I manage to also be energetic in the extra calls at the end. Some paper has once called me 'the second-hardest working man in show business'. It's true. For me standing still is impossible. I always have to twitch one part of me. Maybe that is the Sagittarius on my Ascendant. I also do seriously shit on live broadcast shows where there is a moderator host kinda thingie. I always end up staring at some spotlight on the ceiling arrangement, and never hear, what the big-breasted/large-muscled show host is asking me. The worst faux-pas I did with some French dude, where the translator slept or something. I just totally did not see him, so I almost tripped over him. I felt a presence, but for some reason I mixed him up with the camera man. So, the cameraman is asking me shit. I ask back, why are you asking me that??? Oh, well. The papers were full of, how high I had been on drugs. I seriously was not that day.

But I do get a lot on drugs and drug abuse. Its the "dreamy" way I look sometimes, I guess. It's my pallor, the red-rimmed eyes, and how thin I am, the weird sparkle in my eyes, and how I do three hour sets on full force. I only do half of, what Amy Winehouse seems to do, which is ten times as much as most other do, except Pete Dougherty, but I have never been especially secretly about that. My favourite shit is amphetamines. It has to be the classic form, no other will do. Crystal meth sucks. I tried crack once, that was total shit, never again, you will never see me with a crack pipe. I did heroin, it was " Bleh, did I forget my five gallons of coffee today?" It was just lame. Sometimes I get wasted on alcohol. I tried mushrooms and do them, after these experiences I am always full of good ideas for videos or new outfits or ways songs should sound like. I am a Terence McKenna person, who thinks mushrooms had a lot to do with, who we are as humanoids with that brain and that mind. Oh, and I also said, that I was going to do the liquor after the Award show, and I did get wasted, and there were pictures of me drunk with glazed-over eyes. However, I know it's unfair. When I really don't want to have my image out, I turn off the collar, and noone can photograph me, or otherwise record me. So here I have one really huge advantage. I don't switch it off very often as of late, because I and Alan have decided, that with that CD-cover out, I need to purport some addiction and rehab chic. And, holy shit, I'm not the first one. I am however probably the only one looking like an imploded 80ies Simon Le Bon, who does not hide the lines. Everybody, who has a serious talent and is really cool, also has a song on drugs. I seriously thought for the longest time that Major Tom was David Bowie's idea of a God like Allah, but Alan filled me in. I hate you, Alan. Depeche Mode were taking rides with their best friends. There are Whiter Shade of Pales, and White Lines, and whatnot. And now there are Final Extasies, which are drugs and dance and sex and music. People were always looking for extasy and ways of getting out of, whatever grind they were stuck in. And in old days they ate mushrooms for that, and hit the drums. And today they do to the clubs, where I am and deliver part of the drums. What I hate is, how alcohol is legal, and weed is not. Either make everything illegal, like alcohol, coffee, cigarettes, chocolate, refined sugar, natriummonoglutamat and all and everything messing up the brain chemistry, or be less an ass about use. But I also hate, how people just use away like stupid. Noone just bungee-jumps, they always use an instructor, and make sure, the hinges are safe and so on and so forth. They use appropriate ropes. And then they jump. But when it comes to substances, they take synthetic crap, they take Crystal and E and wonder, where did their brains go? They tell themselves, they're not addicted, whilst their monkey is screeching. So it goes both ways, in my opinion. I probably should write an album on paying taxes someday :)

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