In the land of Swedes

I felt my inside streching in and out. I felt like a swordfish the whole time, - very cold and watery indeed. I could have stayed like that for a long period of time. I finally felt creative side of me again. Very much my own, that i never used to share it. I was lost, but only because i ate up my map:

I once met a youngster named very french. I decided to give my ideas a bit of a live trace. So what happened? Bare with me.

Always tired, hungry and need a restroom
Football and a broken leg
The follower, not much of a planner
Moving to Paris, eating baguettes
Black coffee - scary laktoze
Not keeping steady in the cinema
Eating hair along with pasta
Petrus speaks french
Erik sure knows how to dance
Krazy kids food
Oscar makes salty pop corn
Brats and yuppies
Drawing each other and burgers
Cinamon pain into chocolate
Kids and doubts
Architecture
Bad bad sight
Drinking honesty or honestly tired
Killing creamy pants
Living the very day
Movies and arguments
Curly hair very soft
Caring and other feelings
Kissing is not Swedish
Going to bed drunk and crying