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Monthly Archives: November 2015

Helig fågel

Posted on 16 November, 2015 by C.M.

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Den gamle skådespelaren

Posted on 12 November, 2015 by C.M.

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Trevlig afton

Posted on 7 November, 2015 by C.M.

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Zoo

Posted on 3 November, 2015 by C.M.

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Mitt liv, min sockerbit.
Venusägget. Hasegawa Tōhaku. Ormbunkar.
Stilleben(hyllning till alla världens makthavare, ni gör ett svårt jobb.)(jag är neutral.)(OBS! mellanslagstangenten) ‘The name is Clem Snide, I am a private asshole!’ ‘As a private investigator I run into more death than the law allows, I mean the Law Of Averages’ ‘This routine case of industrial sabotage and the factory blows up killing 23 people, well these things happen’ ‘I am a man of the world, going to and fro and walking up and down in it’ ‘Now death smells, I mean death has a special smell. Over and above the smell of cyanide, cordite, blood, carrion or burnt flesh’ ‘It’s a grey smell, it stops the heart, cuts off the breath, smell of the empty body, smell of field hospitals and gangrene, I got a whiff of it when Mr. Green walked into my office’ Now Earnest Hemmingway could smell it on others too. Here he is in a jeep with General Lanham, known as ‘Bucky’ to his friends. And Ernie was a real ‘General lover’. Its worth than being a cop lover. Well here they are returning from the frontline where Major Jones was in charge. ‘Have to relieve that man’ says Bucky Bucky he says ‘Ernie you won’t have to relieve him. He won’t make it. He stinks of death’ When the jeep reached regimental command post it was stopped by the Lieutenant Colonel John Ruddles. ‘General?’ said Ruddles saluting ‘Major has just been killed, who takes the first Battalion?’🦝
I grönsakernas förtrollade zon Och alla är sjuka i schizofreni, men jag, ja, jag, jag är frisk, tro det eller ej. Den ene är sjuk i styrka, den andre är sjuk i svaghet. Det är inget att göra åt det, som gamle Daga sa.
Förr i tiden,, hade man bara ett fat var att äta ifrån. Sedan, när man ätit upp, så diskade man sitt fat. (Sköt det med stil)(mera snutar!) Introspektiv reflexion. Biktaren och snuten. (It pays to pay the boys off…) Satte en mikrofon i det gamla röret, behöver material. 🦝

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