Beating about in Straumen

The weeks have been dreary, cold winds blowing my lips dry, my stomach lining edging it self in, the cold making the fat go away.

All the little children packing to go home, to tinsel town factories with bright light starvation of sex.

Cold, dreadful mists floating by the grey sea,the snow white mountains longing for love, covered in moss,the mist makes way.

Psychedelic lights flicker and dance to the tunes of yage,brain freeze, coma, seeing visions of virgin mary naked angels bloodymary.

Hard pounding,waste baskets full of empty syringes that have been plunged deep down into unknowing souls, earlier in the day.Toxic screaming, whores running dry the lucid walls of terror,acidic foam stinking of acids sulphuric and chloride, the moneybelts of sultry pimps clinging on to the heavens stark above, while the fakir pricks his buttocks with a screwdriver, moaning harmless mantras while the little leper screams in pain so great, his cock half bent, mouthsagging, droopy eye lids, cocaine floating down his veins:he begs the good lord to put an end to his paedophilic misventures with his leaking scrotum hanging still.

Merry christmas

Ah!its Christmas, -13 temperature, a nice thick blanket and a lovely black dog of five breeds to cuddle. I am in Straumen, a lovely little tinsel town with kind folk and beautiful waters. Its a cosy little house, with two rooms and a nice hall. Its so good to relax after a while and do nothing at all and ofcourse to be away from everything for some time. The aroma of christmas, floating in the air with the smell of tasty chow complementing it. I am waiting to meet my friend from Guatemala and off we go to the little pub to eat pizza and chat in a mix of norwegian,english, pizza and spanish. It should be fun. The jule lights are not very strong yet, but the white dashes of snow everywhere and the tinkling sound of the music statue makes up for it. Its beautiful here, but murky and dark.

I just finished a very late breakfast of mild chilly sausage, bread, pita bread and ham.I then had some chocolate with Daime for dessert and of course the dog had to go for it afterwards. He climbed onto my table,took the whole chocolate came back to the hall,and then anyway I took it from him. He seems a sweet little fellow.

Cheers to a white christmas with holly, ice and pepperkake, so nice.

Merry christmas everyone!!!

I wander
into fairy lands
the snow softly melts
trees swirl in twinkling glee
the branches stark and Grey
gingerbread houses
candlelit suppers
the waters slowly pass
a lone, sweet child
softly cries
a mother to hug she wants

A bluebird whistles,
a merry old tune
heard in lands afar
where elves and goblins
dig in alleys
black mantras float around.
The bluebird's tune
softens the air
where black mists slowly die
white and Grey snow
thin like bones
children weep and cry.

Its Christmas.

It's Christmas.
the Jule lights flicker,
on the highlands of Straumen,
its Christmas.

Young and old, busy
drawing sweet little Santa's
while the hustle and bustle
goes on, its Christmas.

I sit,and wonder
the lights prodding from afar,
will Santa come this year?
Its Christmas.

Pepperkake and gløgg to drink,
a present till the twenty-fourth day,
a child lies shivering,with no sweets,
Its Christmas.

You better not shout,
the baby can't cry,
its throat frozen, Santa sighs,
its Christmas.

No candy this year,
Rudolph's wings shattered,
Mama says, 'Oh honey'
Its Christmas.

Running along mine fields,
hopping over little blobs
on the ground,
one slip, and thats it.

His heart thumping,
in dread, he scrambles
slinging his gun
safety catch yearning for release.

A little girl,
her cheeks so soft
skips and hops,over the candy,
stuck to the ground.

Boom! Scatter! Splat!
a leg here, her head there,
pieces of candy,stuck everywhere,
little did she know,the candy was never there.

Death and the scarecrow

Ignorant bliss,
flooding the tingling light
of fake titter
the cuckoo may sing,
death howl will still
be heard,in the dark sky
howling and shrieking
without unnatural banter
sly eyes and putrid mind.
The call of death, curious
like a mastermind,
solving the puzzle of the
missing scarecrow,
devious questions
summoning the unsuspecting tongue
to waggle out replies, genuine
but stored in a memory box
with meaningless tissue floating around.
A drained self,
fairytale life
like snow white
who ate the apple,
but had no clue,
that it was poisoned.
She got a gift,
a kiss,
all death is getting
is more vanity,hunger for sodomy,
and envy than before.