like tentacles around the aggressive -rn collapse, almost an apocalypse of a closed system, a mechanical system that is horrified by man and begins to dream of female breimage of the woman, they swirl around her, behind her – a sublime three-dimensional image is obtained – we see the reality of life. Some excuse themselves, throwing up -to the p the frame falls from the room. The room, the painting that multiplies and gets bigger, the wd, raped, they are tied up, m a corner – we realize, we should realize – realize years covered with Penetration. … system was within a framework where previous – Now, now, it strikes through the frame, like in other pictures and frames – no stop there, no obstruction ruler or circuit. Three images of young Syrian women are incorporated inainting, they are ed a painting. Red with a hint of mechanical patte… I paintthey are filled with deep scars – a man in uniform looking down upon them from higher elevation . A picture , a photo from a pornographic magazine is cublood, theeth pulled out, with Forced t out and pasted, inserted into the canvas. She enjoys not, she enjoys through a mask – behind is a suffering, a suffering – the psychologist will find it in the corner of her eye, right side, of left eye. The meoman screaming frochanical patterns are asts, male chests; of guilt and responsibility. The system knocked out in non-bloom. Thetorture_Forced Penetration








inlagt av den 2016.05.02, under andras, eget, grafik/digitalt, inläggsserie, poesi, text

young. every things open. possibility’s enormous open, it is open why does it feel like a greek tragedy why do i know what will happen when i feel so alive? snakes and ladders is a game i always have lost. they tell me to climb up. but why does it feel so good to climb down? it will be hard to come back, they say. but i wasn’t even listening.

Psychiatrists are mosquitoes and not tigers.
Swedish authors Vilhelm Ekelund and Maja Lundgren knew this.













  • 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

    Birgitta Trotzig

    Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

    Walt Whitman

    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:

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