May you shatter in puddles of dirt and snow

Bad music, slushy weather, cold toes, cold hands, cold ears, warm talks, carrot dumplings, city encounters, chess friend turned violin friend, lilla marie with shrimps, sweet sugary tots at hemmakvall, fight with the little knight in fluffy black and Anna von Hausswolff's voice from the grave. Her ceremony murders others attempts at good music. Or any music for that matter. Dö.

Vissna blåbärsvioler

Ännu en söndag vandrar mot sitt slut, trots med vinterklockan på sin sida. Barndomen har också tagit slut utan större festligheter, kanske lika bra det när man börjar närma sig slutet i forsande fart. Aha! Men fina blommor fick jag i alla fall. Vintage rosor och orangea höstblads juveler. Syrsan, vi borde ha ett barnfilmsmaratonvhsstyle. 

lorten sket en skit

Mystery of the flamingos

Tack underbara vinter för att du är på väg, frosten knastrar så fint under skorna. Silver fryser om tassarna.

In a far away land, there was a troll

oh my beloved friends, it is time to join the masses of destruction! I have walked over to the dark side. Feel the reeking dust from my betrayal to mother earth! I am forever lost in lazy technology and I have become supporter of child labour and slavery. I have moved away, far far away from the familiar comfort of Sankt Ericsson's couch and I can no longer rest my flickering fingers on petite but effective buttons of white. The connection to the world that I have escaped from for so long, is now at my doorstep, pounding and pounding on my door demanding to come in and snatch me with it's claws. I have been left only to give in to the dark forces.

 Goodbye my old white friend, we'll meet again someday. I'm sure of it.

I can feel a party growing from the wallpaper

There is music in the air tonight, I hear House and Techno Dance. I'm afraid it does not agree with me.



listen to some Hausswolff, people on tha block!

oh, that clock!

Det var en söndag som vilken annan, när regnet är blandat med snö, vaniljbullar bakas, mammahöna springer runt i huset som en virvelvind och söker efter utgångna ting att förbanna från huset, trots tanken i en annans ögon är att dess ting borde sparas, gömmas låsas in för en oviss framtid. Vädret är kallt och rått men för en främmande anledning ändå murket vackert genom en kameralins. Palsternacka och kålrot i en rykande kompott av brons blir varmt serverat på bordet som kvällsmåltid. Vad en sådan söndag kommer att utlova när kvällens mörker förekommer är alltid ett mysterium, men bara för den nyfikna.

On a cold black starlit October night

Kvinnan of Mountains Crave is forever immortalized by my camera. She could not for her life, escape this camera flash. But she walked willingly into the trap of light.

"It's useful being top banana in the shock department"

I am the Queen of the forest! My mighty powers will consume all your rockabilly guitar skills and the unsavory hurricane katrina- feast, to replace it with dark black tourmaline crystals descended from the classic hepburn- street of New York. For nothing is more signifigant, more stupendous, more extraordinary awesome, than glittering pieces of jewelry.

seventy percent weird

- oh what a pickle I find myself in

to be continued..............................................................................