Post-poet, musiker/kompositör, konstnär, Aspergare, magiker, ockultist, animist, paganist, naturälskare och livsnjutare, som - efter alltför många år - har plockat upp pennan och börjat skriva igen.

När jag inte skriver, översätter jag tystnaden i form av musik (progressiv/atmosfärisk post-metal/post-rock/post-punk, shoegaze, doom, sludge, stoner, etc.), eller så tecknar och målar jag (vilket, dock, är ett tag sedan jag gjorde).

P.S. Läs gärna "LÄS GÄRNA", samt tidigare publicerade texter (då de inte alltid är i kronologisk ordning) - och tack så jättemycket för alla era applåder och kommentarer!

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"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say."

- Flannery O'Connor

“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn't have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.”

- Charles Bukowski, "Women"

“A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn't spell and I didn't know grammar. But I knew when not to write. It was like fucking. You had to rest the godhead now and then.”

- Charles Bukowski, "Women"

“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”

- Charles Bukowski

"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."

- Bill Hicks

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