Mongeltamp
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Testelknop
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Lemperdempert
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Kallantering
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Kallestetent
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Knadoppert
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Begulenit
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Mongotering
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Knørtelpipp
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Knuppeltert
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Rotormibb
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Spekk Odditen
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FATTERN OG JEG
My dad photographed
in the 1950s,
feeling lonely
in his mother’s house at Sand
on the windy Hvasser outside Tjøme.
But here I come
(2 years old in 1969),
directly from the winter
at Vormsund in Nes
and Fjuk via Runni on Årnes circa 1975
and a stopover
at Haslum in Bærum
to refuel my UFO
before entering the residence
on a hot summer day
and feeling macho
without diapers.
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Hubertutt
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Kruser på en dulle
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Laladdent
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Hebleden
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Hebladen
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Musebufen
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Venderdaum
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Hoodskøllen
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Esteinéring
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Viddeldink
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Drusekulle
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An Homage to Joan Miró’s Hommage à Edgar Varèse (via Frank Zappa)
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Enenkelpikte
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Haffelnadus
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Avkrystallisert månelys
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Galluptikus
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Skalluptus
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Spokkelert
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Sketchup
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Hallø
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Govelidititt
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Helerbenderfen
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Briktomaten
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Balenquatrito
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Velterbandeden
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Klabbeduskene
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Stolmblingens
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THE GOOD GUYS ARE BACK
Happy to see Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. in the White House. I’m a fan of his bright spirit. He didn’t make it to President this time around, but if he gets the chance to unfold on the Trump team and to put his visions into practice for the well-being of mankind, then there are only four years until the presidential election in 2028…
P.S. If you need groundbreaking art on the walls of the White House, you are welcome to use mine. Pick and choose from my art blog. You can buy them for free. I have so little money that I don’t care about money at all.
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Zompelkananje
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Elembusdart
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Kinkelpeppe
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Vippestafettene
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The Art Epidemic
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§5µ + @9$ = ¤1£
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% Barking at | While ^ is Pounding On /
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THE TRUE FACE OF NORWAY
“The Norwegian media lied to their people.” – Elon Musk
I live this every day Mr. Musk.
Norway has the salesman smile on the outside.
If you turn on the TV,
you will see Jonas Gahr Støre
and Jens Stoltenberg
basking in their own political correctness
on a talk show.
But where I live,
where the spotlight doesn’t hit,
their darkness emerges.
As a disability pensioner,
I am persona non grata.
In the health care system,
they don’t look at my health,
they see that I am disabled
and therefore feel legitimately free
to treat me like dirt and nothing.
If they drive me to suicide,
they help the State save what I cost society.
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Self-Portrait
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Dervogelenfangen
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Oksengallupen
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“If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you.” – John 15:18-19
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Ablestrakt
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Recurring Dreams of Akira Kurosawa: The Master of Colorful Films in Black and White
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Hoppdadunkel
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Møfiol
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Spøkkert
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Banadanattel
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Banattadagel
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Rottelgravet
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Hjalldostrius
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Joikakasamen
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Globetitten
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A BUST WITH A HOUSEFLY
Jurassic Park isn’t everything. The little things in life are just as important. I live in a basement living room, six feet underground. Flies wander down to me from the first floor. They like to buzz around for a while before finding their way up and into the light. One day I noticed a fly walking back and forth on the top of the computer screen while I wrote a poem. I love watching insects, they are composed of beautiful patterns, they fascinate me, but I wave them away if they get too intense. This fly caught my attention because it flitted around with a calmness that I found unusual for a fly. There was no buzzing around my head. When I leaned forward to take a closer look at it, it just stood there completely still, as if we were watching each other. It only flew away if I moved my arms abruptly towards it. But shortly afterwards it came back and stood at the top of the screen. I alternated between reading on the screen and observing the fly on top.
After a while, I noticed that it was sitting on the edge of the screen, with its head down. I leaned forward towards the fly without it moving. I wondered if it was sleeping. I left it alone. It sat in this position for quite a while. When the fly finally moved and flew away, I thought au revoir, auf wiedersehen, and let it go. When I got up the next day and sat in front of the computer screen, a fly suddenly landed on top of it. Just like the day before. I knew it was the same fly by the way it was moving back and forth. Suddenly it took off and landed on the back of my hand resting on the mouse pointer. I let it flit around. It tickled as it moved up my arm. During the day, the fly continued to alternate between being on top of the screen and exploring my body. Since it was summer, I was sitting in my chair lightly dressed. I noticed that it seemed to thrive in the area around my kneecaps and on the back of my hands. I wondered if it was sleeping, as it sat motionless on my hand or knee.
Sometimes it would take off and fly across the room like a streak of shadow, but soon returned and landed on top of the computer screen. The next few days were the same. I got up and turned on the light and turned on the computer screen and sat in my chair, and suddenly the fly came racing across the room and landed on top of the screen. I woke up one night and saw it sitting on the wall directly above my head. I understood that it was sleeping. I could almost pat it with my index finger. Then I realized where it stayed at night. It went to sleep with me at night and got up with me in the morning.
Occasionally the fly would scurry around on the floor and seem to be eating crumbs it found. One day when the fly was scurrying around on the floor, I thought it was wobbling and seemed exhausted. I don’t know much about first aid for flies and I’m afraid of damaging the thin fragile wings if I touch them. In the Bible, Jesus says that living water is essential. All living things need water. And it would be a shame not to offer a guest in the living room something to drink. I know that flies have a proboscis with which they absorb nutrients. I went up to the kitchen and broke off a piece of bread and dipped it in the tap. When I came back to the basement living room, the fly was standing on top of the computer screen and I thought it looked fragile and disheveled, as if it was losing strength. Since the fly was so calm and was almost walking around more than it was flying, I thought it might be an old fly and that it was thriving here in the living room where it didn’t have to fight the elements. I’m also a calm person, I don’t cause too much trouble for a fly.
I put the soaked piece of bread on top of the screen. I had to hold on to the piece to make sure it wouldn’t fall down and scare the fly. And sure enough, the fly comes tumbling and stick its proboscis into the wet piece of bread and help itself as if it were drinking a milkshake through a straw. When it pulls its proboscis out of the bread, it appears refreshed and stronger. I go get a glass of water and make a plate with some bread and cold cuts and cheese and jam and raisins and put it on the table next to the computer screen. Immediately the fly comes and sits on the edge of the glass and walks around. Then it lands on the plate of food and roams around as if tasting everything on it. It seems to me that it appreciates the raisins the most. It sort of squeezes its wings together and looks like it’s enjoying every bit of it.
We live like this together for a week or two. It sits on top of the computer screen during the day, and sleeps on the wall above my head at night. One day it’s gone. I sit and wait for it all day, for it to come and sit on the computer screen. I have fresh water in the glass and food for it on the plate. But it doesn’t appear. I look around to see if it might be lying dead on the floor somewhere, but I can’t find it. It never comes back. I suppose it may have flown up to the first floor, and perhaps flown out of an open window. For the first time in my life I sit empty and lonely with the unique feeling of missing a fly.
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Ikiru
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Vivaldinjono
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Hededeldettert
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Krabbadatus
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Relesterende
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Hubbagukkiene
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Samurai-effekten
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Gåtsenstalkert
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Vincent van Gogh was too good for this world
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The Christmas Bididdelism
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Hvite sokker à la Ingvar Ambjørnsen. Om fire venner som røyker sokka sine for å overleve vinteren i et hus uten fyring.
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WISH ME LUCK
I need your prayers people.
I have booked an appointment
at Volvat Medical Center in Oslo
with the intention of having my regular GP doctor there.
They offer private healthcare
and are therefore not included in government funding.
I have to pay the entire bill myself.
But in terms of quality
it is a completely different world
from the Kafka trial that I live in
in the public healthcare system.
I don’t really spend money
on anything other than records and books,
so I thought I could give this
to myself
as a Christmas present in 2024.
The best at what they do.
I think I deserve it.
We all do.
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Hebraltorama
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Jaltenbalten
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Endodelskvatt
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Endadelskvapp
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Endedelskvakk
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Dodes’ka-den
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Volvat didn’t want me lol. They recommended that I continue with my regular GP. There’s nothing more they can do for me that he doesn’t already do including medication. But it was worth the try. It felt good to talk to another doctor and get a second opinion. Doctors make me paranoid. They make me feel like shit lol, even though I appreciate the meds. They are so different from me with their factual knowledge and I with my hippie philosophy.
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Romstelping
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Nisseskurr
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Gargenkoll
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Nörjekekk
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Fjoskelgromph
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S&M with Bjarne Melgaard and his girlfriend Odd Nerdrum
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Rittelpang
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Bångelbeng
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Hippieknudder
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Eppy Handing
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Indestripan
