I discovered MediaFire sometime last year, a great file hosting website for those of you who don't know it. The big ones like MegaUpload & RapidShare have always been there in front of everything, and the other common runner ups like zShare, HotFiles, DepositFiles, etcetc - but MediaFire was new to me, and it was (and is still) the absolutely best file uploading service I can find. They don't allow more than 100MB per file, but still, unlimited uploads - account to go with that - the ability to share files or keep them private, and no download queues at all (that's where they rise above RapidShare & MegaUpload & all others by like %300)! No visible ads either, and fast servers, it just goes WOOSH and then you have your file - uploaded or downloaded, same amazing speed.

So as I said, I found FileFactory, a site that allowed 300MB uploads and gives registered users 100GB storage space, this can easily be divided up into folders, and the speed is fantastic here as well. They show more ads, but otherwise they are a great alternative to MediaFire. I use both of these sites, and on the second one, as the post below states, I'm now hosting a directory of movies. There is one thing that bothers me, and it shouldn't be bothering me, it's the upload speed. The site is so resource demanding that I can't access any other websites while uploading my files. This is a good thing, the files get uploaded quicker and I get to practice spending time offline for a change, but still, it would be nice being ableto translate something - or search for something - or post a blog - like this (had to wait one hour and a half until I got to post this post, files worth 1GB uploaded, and my ISP caps the upload at 100 kbps or lower). So yeah, here's a post for promotion. If you haven't been there, sign up! And use my referal URL while you're at it. ;)

Two great file hosting sites than, and there are probably more of them, anyone care to share links?

My thoughts blurry this morning, later day. I walk onto an island, through the water. I see a man in a motorboat between land and island, looking towards me. The water looks dark and deep and I wonder how I walked over here, did I walk on the water? I don't want to walk back, because I don't want to get wet, and the water is cold, so I search the island for an exit. There is a valley in the middle of the island, seemingly below the water level, all the houses are white, brown and beige, stone and wood, and they all have beautiful gardens and large green trees surrounding them. They aren't just square boxes, they are built in the most abstract of manners, but I see no people. I keep walking, and suddenly I've changed location.

I am now in a room full of people, they sit by tables, looks a bit like a lunchroom, but they are not eating. I speak to them and I think I'm trying to sell them something really great, but that's all I remember. :(

After a frantic search
Over a panical earth
At last I finally find
The last atlas in mind

Poetry by Me

They stand collected
They stand in pride
Their metallic arms
Dually fading

A lonesome moon
Wanders above
In deeper darkness
Wading

I hear the tunes
The tunes of death
I feel no pain
And no regrets

i died a hero
With my gun
When they were twenty
And I was one

Poetry by Me

If I speak in Swedish, will you know what I'm saying?
If it's me you need then, I am here without delaying
If it's me you are seeing, behind your hidden walls
I don't think I need to, think of you at all

I think that you think of me, as much as I of you
And if you think that much, I don't think I need to
So as of this day and thoughts such, I will think no more
I just want to give you, a million thank yous for

All your thoughts.

Poetry by Me

If my bison runs There will be more The wind blows over An unseen shore

But if I die away The bison in time Won't be the same For they won't be mine

Poetry by Me

The words are seldom spoken
The words are seldom said
Still they remain as tokens
Amongst our burning beds

The words are never woken
The words are never dead
The words are dormently open
Potent and kept in head

Poetry by Me

It sails like an eagle, without freedomly limit
Onto the graves in oceans, atop fairly ravished pits
Without rails to lead it, without roads to trail
The warship, the Gods, set sail

Poetry by Me

Can you see my naked eye
Can you see me for
All that I know I really am
And just a little more

Can you see me naked, my
Stands of vigor forth
Barren and grotesque in all
The senses I recall

Can you see me by your side
Striding in your ravished tide
Riding high and full of pride
Can you see me try

Can you see me when I see
All that you are and want to be
Can you set me free, please!
Sit beside me, sing and seize.

Poetry by Me

Summer slowly nearing
The middle of its vast
Horizon never clearing
Nor fearing its fair grasp
In the rear of rear ends
In the fore of galore
Summer closing into
A little pool of ´dor

Poetry by Me