Prinkelvoff
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Love at First Sight
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Pluptus Legonia
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Beatkluff
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Ündsmerholdnung
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Peace and Love
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Bilbekonglungen
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Cloud Animal Red Rose
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More Extraordinary Ordinary Art
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Sea My Mind
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Der waffelgeschloss
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Day of the Night
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Night of the Day
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Pappenkrüs for Two or Three
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Surfing in Van Gogh’s Wheat Field
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The Unknown Faces of Clint Eastwood
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Spillveis til ende
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Ønskedøden
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Escaping Humanity
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For the sofasliters Out There
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Strüchtenteufel
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Piano Vibrations with Rick Wakeman
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CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE
Hey!
All you professionals out there,
be it doctors or politicians or beaurocrats
or authors or painters
or whatever role you are playing
in society,
all you products with university degrees,
all you clerks and conformists
with your human shortcomings,
will you please
buzz off
from my paintings and poems.
I’m not like you.
I’m a real actual person,
the way I was born,
a genuine human being,
and I don’t want you nobodies
in my personal life.
I just need you to do your job
as well as you can do it,
when I need a payment
or a pill,
when I need a tourist guide
or a place to live,
when I need an electrician
or a carpenter,
or whatever it takes for me
to make my life go round
in the infrastructure.
You may think that you are so much more
than your job,
that you are an ocean to explore,
but I can assure you this
from my own experience;
that you are not,
you’re just a dry puddle.
So please bugger off,
you knuckleheads,
from my highly personal writings
and paintings,
I don’t care about
your opinion.
You don’t even have an opinion, LOL,
because; – “I’m not a literate”,
you think;
– “I’m not a painter”,
“I’m a lawyer”,
handing out prison cells,
and I have to be recognized
in the right professions
before you can make your faceless mind up.
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Economic Growth
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Blue Christmas
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The Hands of Joralf Gjerstad (Snåsamannen)
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Shine a Light
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Rocking Around the Christmas Fish Tree
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Tirsdag 24. desember 2002
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The House Mouse’s Dream
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Burnt Weeny Øyvind Sandwich
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WTF?!
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Make the World Go Away
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CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE (PART II)
Let’s celebrate the life and times of Joan Miró.
He was a master painter,
his art is legendary.
The beauty of his production is amazing.
He was a great artist
and a fantastic man,
according to those who knew him.
On July 27, 1943,
at the Jeu de Paume of contemporary art,
the Nazis burned 500-600 modern art paintings,
including works by Mirò
(and Picasso, Dalí, Paul Klee, Max Ernst, etc.)
for being degenerate.
What’s not to like?
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Stottelpipp at Noon (Simplified)
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Oh My God!
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Whoops!
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Epizootics! with Scott the Brown Moose and Walker the Green Goose
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Husmusas venner
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I made a bust of His Majesty King Harald V of Norway.
I’m not saying that it’s something he can be proud of,
that I put him on a pedestal,
but I can’t find anything bad to say about him.
He is an authentic person, heart and soul.
How do I know that? Trust me, I know!
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This is for all you 6-ish year olds out there! I hope you like my art!
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The Map to Dirku Palada
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Lyspadder
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The World of Pyrre Gomini
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Nothing
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Something
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Like Swimming 4′33″ with John Cage
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The Gift
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The Well-Tempered Johann Sebastian Bach
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THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE
In late November 2023,
the doctor gave me some kind of a better painkiller
than I’ve had before,
with 150 mg of the prolonged-release tablets of the painkiller Nobligan.
It’s a little bit better,
because they work around the clock,
but it is now late December
and I still have the aches and pains in my bones
and joints and muscles,
which I always have.
The doctor is trying to manipulate me
and coerce me into saying that it is doing wonders, lol.
And it doesn’t, you know.
Like I said,
it’s just a little bit better
than on my previous recipe of painkillers
and therefore at first,
it had a positive effect on me,
because it was an improvement,
but which now in the long run,
feels underwhelming
and in a way disappointing,
because I’m still in pain even though it’s better than it was.
The truth is
that the doctor doesn’t give a damn about me and my pain.
He just wants the approval
of having done something
as a doctor,
and I’m almost happy to give him what he wants,
because I can’t stand
having a cold,
narcissistic sociopath of a so called ‘doctor’
breathing down my neck
like a warewolf,
and I just wants him off my back.
And that’s exactly what he wants.
He is playing a manipulative game with me
to keep me off the good drugs,
and by being an unscrupulous asshole,
he wants me to give up and give in,
and humbly be satisfied with what he has done for me
as a miracle doctor, lol.
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Glowing in the Dark
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Boring Art for Exciting People
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Stoner Rock Hippie Ants in the Muddy Grass at The Woodstock Festival for Insects
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Boiling Colors
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Mao’s Little Red Bean
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Checkmate?
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The Still vongelstutsi of Run for Your Yesterday Life Beyond the Meow New Rabbi Cat of Hey Jewelry
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Tracks of My Tears
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The Message
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Get a Grip
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Happy New Year!
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Back to Reality
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Jam Session
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The Cigarette Whisperer
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Oceans of the Mind
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Stonkeldonkel of the Night
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Dinosaurs of the Sun
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Sensitive Music for Sensitive People
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Vittus corallicus
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Gardening the Depression
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Stream of Unconsciousness
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hnnng
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Banana Birdhouse Racket
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Kimono My Colors
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Love Story
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My Australian Teddy Bear
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Lost in the Clouds
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I’m Puzzled
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The Planetarian World of Inkra-Hada-La-La-Da
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TO ALL YOU SELF-LOVING MEAT-HATING VEGETARIANS OUT THERE (IN THIS WORLD OF THE WARS)
I use medication
and go to the doctor
and to the hospitals
and the pharmacy,
and everything medical
and scientific
are based on centuries
of cruel animal experiments.
It makes the hunter
and the butcher
look like saints,
in comparison.
No matter where I live or go
in the civilized world,
it was once a forest
where animals lived happily
before the bulldozer came
and killed their livelihood.
No matter what crossroad,
no matter where I turn,
I end up being evil,
because it’s human
to be a garbage dump
in the natural world.
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Light Years
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the trottelfott
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The Nature of My Nature
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In The Shadows of Svein Finjarn And Now! The New Beatnicks
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The Garden of No Earthly Delights
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Out of the Well
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In a hundred years I will be gone but my brilliant memory lives on, so I leave it to the admirers (haters are also welcome, I love you with all my f̶heART) and art historians of the future to name this painting. Everyone is individually free to call it what they want. Use your imagination.
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I dedicate this painting to the beautiful people of the 21st century who bring up a topic to talk about because they want to talk about it, and then they won’t talk about it unless we stick to the formula, and demand that you be banned and censored from the conversation.
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Can You See Me?
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A hand without content is not a form, just air full of empty gloves
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Body of Work
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Stream of Consciousness
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Déjà vu
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Just another hallucination in my bedroom when I wake up in the morning
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RökFlöte with Ian Anderson
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High on Positive Thinking
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Hung Over on Positive Thinking
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Grippelkanvas
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WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES
When you people read my poems,
I hope you understand
what a vacation I’m on.
What a carefree life I have.
That’s how welfare works,
you have to be fit
to be eligible for disability benefits.
But don’t be jealous.
Just read my poems
and relax with me on the beach
under the parasol
with a piña collada
in one hand
and a cigar in the other,
and “Fun Fun Fun”
by The Beach Boys
on the radio.
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In the Heat of the Moment
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This one goes out to the one and only Willie Nelson. I’m proud to have met such a beautiful human being. Thanks for handing me the microphone, and thank yourself lucky that I was too shy to sing into it. I could have traumatized you right there. The Nobel Peace Prize for Willie right now!
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Flying High in the Friendly Sky
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Øyvind in Wonderland
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The Unforgettable Meaning of Life
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Once Upon a Time
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NEW DOCTOR JOKE
Q: How many doctors does it take to write a prescription for painkillers?
A: It takes a confluence of the several different personality traits of the doctor,
and a trip to the psychologist to treat the post-traumatic stress disorder
he inflicted on the patient.
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The River
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Swimming with Monty Python’s Flying Circus
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Psychopaths in Love
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Windsurfer
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Caving In
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Kladdasje
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Ralle rallering
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The Wanderer
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The Wonderer
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Wondering Wanderer
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I Am the Table, You Are the Chair
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Brainwashed by George Harrison
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Take Me to Paradise
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Eyes of the Storm
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THE WRECKAGE SPEAKS (03.02.2024)
If those of you who happen
to drop by my art blog to look at my paintings,
if you notice that I haven’t painted
or written anything
for a while.. or a year,
there’s a good chance I’ve gone on a vacation
that I don’t intend to return to from.
I have paid the subscription
for my art blog Tikkendetrekkoppdager.com
which lasts until April 14, 2030
on WordPress.com.
After that it will expire and the space
I pay to post paintings will be gone
and so will the paintings,
or magically gone
if you believe that the world is
a better place without them.
But if you think they belong
in the national gallery,
feel free to improvise.
P.S. If I’m still here,
you can ignore this just in case
epic message poem.
