WNL 3

I am not sure how far I am going to push things, but atleast I project that some passages of morally disgusting humiliation and malevolence parallelled only by the human history will come about, as we move through and further probe this text (a text that should probably just be burned, in accord, really, with all cosmic and evolutionary sense – for I am a true enemy and a poisoner of mankind; a corruptor, and I am possessed by imps and devils and they tear me to bits and pieces). Angst, malevolence, beauty, love, God: I aim to capture the essence of its phenomena to the best of my writing abilities. I challenge myself on this task, I break myself asunder bit by bit in pursuit of its completion; I lower my fangs of vampirism into the blotted neck of my own empathies and I tear my flesh, break my skin; I vandalize my own barricades of morality... I aim to leave few stones unturned and I shall attack myself where I know it hurts the most, because I am a terrorist of literature and of art – not a creator, purveyor, or maintainer of it. I am an enthusiast of it, not a philanthropist of it.

WNL 2

This world, this book, this responsibility serves no higher purpose for the betterment of the world as a whole, no – to hell with all that! I am not here for activism nor for some charitable cause; I do not want to save the world and I am not here to make some kind of favor or concession to anyone but myself. From the perspective of this book I am willing to say: fuck the world. Fuck this world, fuck your world. The fact of the matter is that it serves my world and it serves my world only… and it does so with untiring diligence and fervor! I am the author of my own world, and this book is a sum distillation of it. Am I hyperbolic? Well, what do you think of this statement: this book will change the life of every one willing to read it, and that is to say: if you are not changed from reading it, you do not understand it, and you are too stupid to process or ponder its viscera... or, on the other hand, perhaps you are just pointlessly uninterested by the contents of these pages of lugubrium (I am not sure any person of intellectual stature could see this book as unintereseting, nor could I imagine any serious psychologist or psychiatrist not taking interest in the captivating case of its author, but I suppose there are people for everything)...

WNL 1

"And it is precisely for reasons of this boundless love that I choose to ascribe to her name and honor this brutal piece of attacking literature! Because just like her, this book is a long and winding road, and it has meandered through many battle-fields, over dark and cold taigas of sullen silence and over the corpses of both lovers and enemies... and moreover, this book is my spiritual blood and it has become the standard of quality and authenticity by which I measure all my other works, be them musical, aesthetic or literary..."

POEM TO ÆTHELFLÆD (870 - 917)

Æthelflæd, your breasts are mountains!
the spirit of resistance in you,
    how it may never rest, or withdraw, or cease to hope the good hope!
 hurry, you matrix of resilience, the patroness of the already dead!
     take up your sword, that which kills the norsemen...
hungry storms yawn on the horizon;
the ocean has teeth of steel and vengeance...
Æthelflæd: kiss our swords, for we are weary;
the waves are short and vomitous this dusk,
how they wage a war on the mudrock and the moonstone of our shores;
you, saint, foresee the dark night:
shall the dragons of the north arrive from the heathenlands,
or may we sleep a single hour?
tell us to prepare and we shall die for you.

O Warrioress Queen Æthelflæd,
you are all that you never wanted to be,
yet you are all that you ever could be...
come, you: feel beneath your skin the uprush of wilder, jubilant energies;
shoot the religious phenethylline into your veins;
burst out with war, lead the way, tonight they come:
 we can see it in your eyes! tonight, war. And love. For you. 

the most depressive shit i have ever read /// a new zolpie

two disgusting eggs hatch with the cracking sound

of a beggars' lips separating

after a sleep of heroin

out of the eggs crawl his past

from one of the eggs his daughter emerges

but as a filthy insect with long wings and antennas

and she says: fuck you daddy

fuck you for destroying both me and my life

and from the other egg his old wife hatches

and she looks like a scarab or some king of dung bettle

and she tells him how much she wants him dead

for all the suffering he has inflicted on them

the beggar reaches for the heroin

and he is crying like a fucking girl

i did my best i did my best

and his broken heart sings on the very final note

and the endless cycle starts again

shattered hearts and the mist of drugs

took this beggar home to God

detta är en bögig diktsvit av uppsalas horunge numero uno (på delad förstaplats med mr crakk från reveal). kommer aldrig mer palla skriva på svenska. vackert och ädelt men svårt och snårigt språk. detta är en nedkokning av en diktsamling som skrevs mellan typ 2010-2016, men som nu är raderad för att den sög och jag kom att hata den. kanske 25% av det materialet orkade jag bry mig om att spara och på ett eller annat sätt omarbeta in i ett nytt sammanhang, och det är detta material som denna diktsvit utgör till sin kärna utgör (om än med ganska grova justeringar och omformuleringar). allt som allt så påbörjades detta material 2010 vid åldern 17-18, men jag har inte orkat bemöda mig med att slutföra skiten till någon form av färdigt verk för än till nu, våren 2019. denna svenska dikt har varit ett stor oväsen i mitt liv i nästan 10 år. snart ska jag aldrig mer bry mig om den i någon konstnärlig eller ytterligare kreativ mening. den ska vara helt färdig till sommaren ungefär. så den är fortfarande i arbete. detta är bara ett kort utdrag.

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WHAT HAPPENED IN CHRISTCHURCH IS THE FIRST OF SOMETHING NEW I THINK
IT IS THE FIRST REAL LIFE BLACK MIRROR EPISODE
LIKE AN ART PERFORMANCE OR LIKE A HUGE SARCASM
THIS IS THE FIRST BLACK MIRROR EPISODE
AND WE HAVE ENTERED THE EPOCH OF A NEW FORM OF TERRORISM
THIS IS WHY IT FASCINATES ME SO MUCH
IT IS VERY CAPTIVATING
THE LIVE VIDEO HE BROADCASTED BECAME SO GRISLY
JUST BECAUSE IT HAD ELEMENTS OF COMEDY IN IT
AND SARCASM
AND MEMES

this is what "Begynnelsen" CD set looks like. I am unsure whether it is available for purchase anymore. Behest did a great job.

SCYTHIAN WAR-WOMEN

into no mans land
the bitter steppes of stri-rajya
   where two queens rule
     over no man
      because there is
                  no man
                           left

any man staying over thirty days
   gets killed

the mountains are full of breasts
    the rivers run from vulvas
          and the geography itself
                is molded into
                 an archetype-statue 
                     of the scythian heroine

SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE

there are seven billion people out there
and somewhere amongst them
waits your perfect partner

that person is your ideal
and your dream
and that person is a perfect piece of your existential puzzle

but you will never meet that person

instead you will settle with someone who is decent
and good enough
and kind and sweet and stable or whatever
in order to satisfy your human need for intimacy
and love
and touch

but its not the dream

and that is a fucking depressing thought

Hi my little weirdos!!! To those of you who were blessed to receive a disposable camera AND RETURNED IT (assholes..) years ago: I am finally picking this project up and developing them. Realizing that there may be some seriously disturbing material on these film rolls, I decided to develope them for myself and I have no idea what I'm doing and might fuck them up but hey at least I tried and I get to play around with strong chemicals and think about the alchemy of light.

To the rest of you, buy a disposable camera (I'm too broke to keep buying these for people), fill it with photos and send it to me. PM for address.

THE MIGHTY PAWS OF LYNX GOD

the lynx is meditating on death
    and on prey
           and on blood
the lynx eyes are fixed
     on the gosling
        and nature has its course

    from the carcass
      of the killed gossling
         something new emerges
           and that something
            we venerate as
             the lynx god
          
               it is the spirit of the animal
                   embodying itself
                         into something beastlike
                     
                         that is what they do
                                 there in the forest
                                   the mighty lynx gods