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16.09.2025 (this is my favourite)
THE DREAMER

i'm a thinking man, a dreamer - this is nothing new
to be standing at this hour, stiff in my living room
searching Gold, Silver, Diamonds - i'm the night prospector
surveillanced by my own ten thousand night inspectors

only this time i can sense a domination so intense
as the overhanging dread crawls deep into my head

as through my curtains
a glaring moon ray finds its way
my thought machine starts to spin

flying and carried
on flashing images away
of what is and could have been:


if the people were as real                                                              as the people that i read
in the universal necklace                                                              each one a sparkling bead
their unique piece of wood                                                           in the unifying fire     
if only they just could                                                                   have some URGE, have some DESIRE


& if the skies were as quaint                                                        as the skies that i paint
                                                                                                       BLOOD red HOT pink FAIRY violet
a radiating power                                                                          an estrogen bliss
splattered from God's own                                                           soaking girl finish


& if the women were as right                                                      as the women that i write
sugar sweet and warming                                                            like a venus in the night
but would also                                                                              fuck your brains out
&                                                                                                   suck the last drop out your soul
a nymphomaniac on death row                                                   & her last meal to enjoy


then right here as i stand
on my living room chair
with the rope between my hands
tightening the snare

i would have reconsidered
this: my magnum opus
stepped down, would have decided
not to sing: this final chorus

but i have read and heard
from the beggars, & night table tome
that there is another world
where i would be at home

where the girls are how i want them
and the skies and people too

so as pragmatic as i am
i know just what to do

O ten thousand night inspectors!
thanks for coming to the show
i bow my neck to you once more
only this time
















once for all



03.08.2025
yellow leaves

nothing errects me more
than yellow leaves on the ground
yellow leaves on the ground
is all im living for
05.07.2025
I'm the only fucking one

What this world needs
is a bit more heart
I’m the only fucking one
preaching the Love
05.07.2025
Genesis
It was on the 8th day
that God made alcohol
And on the following day
he made Marlboro Gold
18.07.2025
Myself 

I only care about myself she said.
I mean, you kind of have to she added.
I mean like, what would the world look like if everyone only cared for each other she meant.

I vomited up our dinner right on her face







to hell with you
02.08.2025
Short story

Our story begins one day down in Hell
when Belsebub was bored
Rolling his fingers and yawning his mouth
daydreaming dev'lish tricks

Suddingly struck him an idea well
that would trick the Great Lord
Of this the Almighty would not find out
the Devil's far to slick

He flapped with his wings and flew to his fire
to the never ending fire of sin and desire
Took a handful of drops from the lava falling down
cut a scar in his hand and went right to town

With a grin so foul and eyes of pure hate
he mixed something together only Lucifer could make
Then he laughed and danced over his evil design
said ”This is for the Sinners, I call it Red Wine” 

But God knew all along, for he is all knowing
He knew about all of what the Devil was brewing
To the heavenly lake where his water starts falling
God went down to counter his fiend's wrongdoing

With a few drops of that and a little bit of this
He mixed it all together into a Godly bliss
Out of the cauldron came a liquid so divine
He said This is for the Pure, I call it White Wine

Every man who drinks this
shall be of remedy
and will be free from sin
caused by my enemy

So when you find yourself one evening
sitting silent at the bar
Deciding inbetween
Chardonnay or Pinot Noir 

At once you’ll start to think
of two archenemies
And their respective drinks
deciding destinies

The choice is yours to make
sitting silent at the bar
In which one lies your fate
Chardonnay or Pinot Noir?
19.07.2025
You people 
You people
don’t know anything about
feeling

You don’t know anything at all about
how it feels 

You believe to live life and
believe to feel alive 

But you people don’t know anything about
feeling
truly
feeling 

Living is feeling
and you don’t know anything about it 

So you people better crawl back to your
cave
and beat yourself to death with a rock or an axe or a stone or a hammer or whatever tool you find in your
cavemans cave 

Maybe then you will feel
when you beat yourself to death with a rock or an axe or a stone or a hammer or whatever the fuck will do the job
17
At 17 years of age
I broke up with her on our date
Was but our third time together
yet my tears they never ended 

My tears just kept on coming
I think I even squeaked
She must’ve sat there wondering
what the hell was wrong with me 

Now you might think that’s it
But I have something more to admit
Because I then did something bad
Something I wish I never had 

While hugging her goodbye
I reached in towards her lips
She stared right into me, asked me what I did
It’s not easy to admit, but I just stole her first kiss 

I pray she never ever
thinks about all this
The boy without manners
who stole her first kiss 

But if you ever do
I will tell it straight to you
I’m sorry for what I did
I am really, really sorry
Jag vet att det var jättelängesen och som jag precis skrev där uppe så hoppas jag att du aldrig tänker på det och att du har glömt och allt och om du ändå minns så hoppas jag att du kan förlåta mig men jag förstår om du inte kan det heller

It’s such a horrid thing to do
What I did that day to you
There’s nothing worse than this
To steal a girl’s first kiss
05.07.2025
What is there left to do

So what is there left to do
To amuse oneself with
When Kindl and Pueblo
is the best that there is
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