inlagt av den 2017.05.29, under andras, eget, poesi, snabbinlägg, text, video

guess i should write

but the nanosecond is enough
for being accident or not

i am nothing in a world of nothing
the world of nothing has made me nothing

i still feel you
i still see the neon light outside your window
reptile skin, goya, saturnus

the words break frozen
i love you with all
but in mine

body i taken everything
as something as will pass
seen cracks in my love for you

the behemoth, the leviathan
coz they will come

you are somewhere else
I am still right here


inlagt av den 2017.05.07, under andras, eget, helt jävla sjukt, inspiration, poesi, text, video

Getting away with it? I hope.
Daniel and Grace swims like dolphins now.
On Jack Daniels and cigarettes and White Horse.

You can lose everything in a minute. He says the words
and leave the apartment. It’s early Sunday morning
and you drink everything you got. Not alone, no,
not alone. Severe Panic. Crank up Portishead; The Rip high.

If we fucking humans shall survive,
talking to middle-class Swedish 20-25-or-so kids;
stop what you are doing and for fucks sake look
on the streets on the outskirts of Malmö and Stockholm.

It is fucking misery. But you will never ever have an
idea how it is if you don’t fall down yourself. Hellström
sang about how ”powder” kept him up on parties. And he sang
about Stesolid (Valium) in a kewl way.

Now Avantgardet has taken reality about dirt a big bit further.
This fucking country gets a real kick in the ass the angry-melo-beautiful ”Åh Sverige”.

As Hellström, Avantgardet are kewl. Big kewl. That’s very dangerous.

So middle-class kids that’s the lesson:
To get benzodiazepines or amphetamine or Antabus.
To go to rehab meetings every week.

To shake and have sweat pouring down your face on
a bus full of trendy good looking swedes.

Kids: There is not anything romantic about it.
It’s play at first. Month pass and the same story always get told:
You haven’t taken a shower for 3 month. Addiction.
Again: There is nothing romantic about it. Not at all. Just.. pure misery.

That is not play.
That is suicide.

This is not play.
This is suicide.









  • jag ser in i det gröna, yta i oändlighet, viskande oändlighet, viskningarnas kropp, tungor. det gröna är tungor och ögon, reflexer och rörlighet, fuktighet, ljusgnistor – på vad sätt är jag skild från det, jag är inte skild från det, jag är till i ett öga, allt är speglingar och viskningar, ljus i en mörk spegel vandrar längre och längre in i den speglade skogen

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    Suppression and spinning of negative data and ghostwriting have emerged as tools to help manage medical journal publications to best suit product sales, while disease mongering and market segmentation of physicians are also used to maximize profit. We propose that while evidence-based medicine is a noble ideal, marketing-based medicine is the current reality.

    Spielmans GI, Parry PI. From Evidence-based Medicine to Marketing-based Medicine: Evidence from Internal Industry Documents. Journal of Bioethical Inquiry 2010;7(1):13-29. Available online: http://tinyurl.com/Spielmans.

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