Pøkkelpånkt
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Hekklendinkt
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Gumdenpolk
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Snibbel a Bebinkel of the Læløkkenlåg
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Vondelknekt
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Okorilyngen
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Brikkenkvalp
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Florelvenstubb
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Vevingelpunktel
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Once the Oditteldump Unmongeled the Spekkelodyssen
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Wabselsnerpt
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Tatalaffel
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Knividanteum
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Evoktelplamp
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Another Røtzenståben of the Knaudel Vemselknopp
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Leftenbølb
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Mingelbinkt
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Yallenknups
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Imtelkvasp for Paul Klee
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Sniptenkapp
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Nevegelknart for Pablo Picasso
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Gnisteltrakt
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The Whiter Album
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Spimtenkvalp
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Side One
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Side Two
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Gedekkendapt for Wassily Kandinsky
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Side Three
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Side Four
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Homage to my biggest fan: Me! It’s not meant as a bad case of narcissism, I hate myself, but I love my art. It’s GREAT.
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″My name it is Sam Hall, and I hate you, one and all
And I hate you, one and all″
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Most of us are born to die and be forgotten about as if we never existed. All for the better. Remember Vincent van Gogh. With love. He deserves it. He was alive when he lived and his beautiful spirit lives on.
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Gagokkelpunkt
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OUR ONLY HOPE
So far
I am impressed with RFK, Jr.
as Secretary of Health and Human Services.
I think he can teach the medical profession
a lesson in love
and caring for their fellow human beings.
Hospitals have become creepy places
full of unsympathetic people who work there.
I was in hospital for a long time in 1993
because of a brain tumour.
I was so impressed by the doctor
and the staff and how loving
and caring they were.
I was only 25,
but with their help everything went so well
and I was able to put this behind me
without being traumatised by it.
When I needed to be admitted again in 2014
for a blood clot in my eye,
I was completely horrified,
shocked and speechless
by the brutal treatment.
The doctors were authoritarian
and preyed on my psyche to scare
and traumatise and humiliate me.
If people treat me badly,
I am the type of person who wonders
if it is my own fault.
But history shows
that there is something wrong
with the medical profession in our time.
After the pandemic,
I am not the only one who sees it.
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HOLY COW
I checked out The Museum of Modern Art (MoMA).
I ask:
Have the United Nations
and the World Health Organisation
taken over the art world too?!?
Are they the ones who own MoMA?
I take note:
Woke, feminism, trans, gay, AI,
climate change, covid, racism, sexism…
political correctness
and fads
and to keep up with the times
in relation to what
the authorities dictate
it should be.
Is that art? Conformism!
Is that why modern art
has become so bland
and unimaginative
and impersonal,
because it has become the task
of politics
to assess what is art
and what is not,
and what can be said with art
and what cannot,
and who is an artist
and who is not?
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Knuckle Sea Girmadibolo
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LIFE
When people say that life
is a gift,
I wonder if being born
deaf, dumb and blind
is a gift
in a world
where there is a shortage
of food
and everyone has to kill
and slaughter
and eat each other
to “survive”,
and when you are dead
you have not only lost
your gift
forever
but also the ability
to even remember that
you ever had it.
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Normal people
don’t like to think.
It’s dangerous,
you might go crazy, they say,
you’ll end up in a mental hospital!
They’d rather watch sports
on TV
than sit and think (or read) about things
like that.
They’ll get mad at you if you try.
Depressing! They’ll whine,
and shut down the topic
to talk about the new lawnmower
they bought.
That’s why I’m not normal.
I like to think.
I like to open doors in my mind,
real and surreal,
to see what I can find.
I know I’m a kind person
and have nothing to fear from what I find
in my darkest cellars.
If you find it ugly to read,
could it be because you see yourself reflected in it?
I’ve never met another person
who likes to do that.
Not without ending up in a quarrel.
It is taboo to think individually
in the human world.
All wars are waged
in an attempt
to stop someone else
from being something
that you yourself
don’t like them to be.
And something I’ve always had for myself,
that I’m an experimental thinker,
a spiritual avant-gardist.
But fortunately,
there is the world of art
and music and books.
I’ve lived a lot of my life there,
since I exist more in spirit than in physics,
so to speak.
Except that I write it
down
in poetry
and post it on my art blog LOL,
to great commercial success,
of course.
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Askonkelbruknel
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A KIND OF LOVE
On Wikipedia’s page on recently deceased,
there is a steady stream of more or less famous people
who have died.
Most of them pass me by without me being emotionally
attached to them.
I know who they are but have no personal relationship with them.
The feeling of shock most often comes with
recently deceased musicians and singers and artists.
I find the vast majority of people in this world annoying,
they get on my nerves,
they make me feel like shit.
That’s why I feel an admiration for artists
who are able to sing and play their way into my heart,
and make me feel alive.
If they are among my favorite artists,
and even if we have never met,
I feel like I have lost someone close to me.
I can’t help it.
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DAILY NEWS
The bad news is
that you were born into a world
of assholes.
The good news is
that you are one of them.
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Bibbelskimpt
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“If someone had told me in the 90s
that Right Said Fred would be standing up
for freedom and Rage Against The Machine
would be shilling for the status quo
I would have thought they were insane.
But here we are.”
– TyrGoossens, Jan 24, 2022
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Fenriskelembakt
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Elvis Picasso (Fragmented)
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A GLASS OF WHINE
I never watch TV.
That’s why I’m so productive
with my artwork.
I prefer to do something myself
than sit and watch other people
do something.
If I turn on the TV,
there’s usually a bunch of celebrities
on a food show,
about to eat.
What’s the point?
Eating for me
is the same as shitting
and pissing
and all the routines
you have to do every day.
If I could stop eating food
for three years,
I would do it
to get a break from eating
(and pissing and shitting)
and come back to it
with new freshness.
Then maybe a food show on TV
would also have made more sense,
unless eating and drinking
and pissing and shitting
is what you actually like to do
in life.
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INTELLIGENT LIFE
All my life
I’ve been annoyed
by hearing people say things like
“he’s an asshole but very smart”.
It’s often said about people
in high positions;
“He’s a piece of shit,
but very rich and famous
and successful
so he must be smart”.
But if you sit down
and watch a person act like an asshole,
they don’t come across
as any smarter than a drunk driver
or a bulldozer on a rampage.
I’ve never understood
the normies’ cultivation
of what is rotten
and destructive to others,
but which serves one’s own self.
For me,
intelligence is what makes love flourish.
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COLD FACTS
In my youth
I had a tendency to admire people.
I thought almost everyone
was smarter than me.
Now I hardly admire anyone anymore,
I have lost all illusions
about people
as a mysterious well
of bottomless complexity.
The perspective has flattened
into a realism
based on my own life experience.
The comfortable thing
about people
is that if they are not admired
by others,
they admire themselves instead.
I think at least 85%
of humanity
has more self-confidence
than they have any business having.
We humans are simple.
You go to the doctor.
He asks your name
and whether you smoke or drink,
and based on the answers
he will tell you who you are.
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MODERN POETRY
In my thirties
I started reading modern poetry
in search
of unimagined depths,
only to find a type
of geek
who uses words like Lego
to build a poem
at a so-called high level,
which they call a poem
you can’t quite grasp.
In modern poetry,
you’re not allowed to write
a banal thought.
It has to be visualized,
rearranged
and directed into
an essence that is open
to the reader’s senses
more than logic.
It’s almost like planting
a tree
and then cutting it down
at the root,
so that it’s not too predictable
what kind of tree it is.
It’s up to the viewer
to figure it out
for themselves.
I’ve read
a lot of modern poetry,
it interests me
but I find that much of it
is difficult to love.
The poems are too similar
to each other
and don’t stick
in my memory.
The method is justified
by the experts
on the grounds that
if you understand
a poem
the first time you read it,
you won’t bother reading
it again.
For me,
it becomes too mathematical
to think about it
like that.
The reason I return to something,
whether it’s records
or books
or places,
is not because
I don’t understand it,
but because I like it.
Whether I understand it
or not
is secondary.
I can read the cryptic poems
of Emily Dickinson over
and over again,
but also the easy-to-understand
poems of Charles Bukowski.
I love the gruffy
‘Humphrey Bogart-like’ voice
in Bukowski’s poems.
That alone makes it worth reading
again (and again).
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CONVERSATION AT THE RETIREMENT HOME (THEIR PRESENT, YOUR FUTURE)
Paul: The newpaper says that it is dangerous to stand on a ladder. You could fall down and die.
Pete: When I was young, I stood on the ladder all day.
Ruth: We didn’t know it was so dangerous then. We know so much more now than we did then.
Paul: If I had known how dangerous it was I would never have even tried it.
Pete: I think you can stand on a ladder if you’re careful.
Ruth: The magazine says that drinking coffee is dangerous. You could have a heart attack.
Paul: When I was young I drank twenty cups a day.
Pete: We didn’t know it was dangerous then. We know so much more now than we did then.
Ruth: If I had known how dangerous it was, I would never have drunk it even once.
Paul: I think you can drink coffee if you’re just careful.
Pete: Yesterday I read that it is dangerous to sit in the sun. You can get skin cancer.
Ruth: When I was young, I would lie on the beach and sunbathe all day long.
Paul: We didn’t know how dangerous it was then. We know so much more now.
Pete: If I had known how dangerous it was, I would have just sat in the shade.
Ruth: I think you can sit in the sun for a while if you use sunscreen.
Paul: I’ve heard that eating red meat is dangerous. It’s bad for the heart.
Pete: In my youth, I ate red meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Ruth: We didn’t know it was so dangerous then, we know so much more now.
Paul: If I had known how dangerous it was, I would have stayed away from eating it.
Pete: I think you can eat red meat as long as you don’t eat it every day.
Ruth: We can do many things if we are just careful.
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Mikke Moy
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Iceboat Cinema at the Train Hockey Football Station
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Homage to all you rational people out there who have high IQs but lack personal qualities.
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Økselbetipt
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The Mere Scribbler
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Walking in the Spirit
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THE ART OF COMMUNICATION
I explain: [The crippling pain I suffer from.]
You say: Me too! I hurt my knee yesterday
and cut my finger,
I have a stiff neck
and it feels like I have a cramp in my leg.
(Me thinking to myself: You go to work every day,
you run, you play soccer,
you go partying in the weekends,
you go shopping, you go swimming in the summer,
you golf, you ride a bike,
you walk in the mountains during your holidays,
you go skiing in the winter,
and you’re renovating the kitchen,
you’re NOT in pain.)
I say: Okay.
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Rakkatutt
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Nocturnal Commie Mustache
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How to Pronounce Smorgasbord -> smaw·guhz·bawd
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Sigurd
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Three Sides of the Sun
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ROTTEN EGGS FOR SALE
While Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
has talked about a link between antidepressants
and mass shootings,
he should set up an investigation into antidepressants
and suicide.
I have tried antidepressants myself
(Remeron, Citalopram and Sarotex),
and they made me sadder and more depressed.
I felt suicidal when I took them.
I think that is what they are supposed to do.
It is a medical legit way to get rid of people
with mental problems
from functional society.
Doctors prescribe this to young
and old
and the people who take it take their own lives
and yet doctors continue to recommend it
to the depressed
and parents with children who need care.
It also ruins your teeth.
Imagine a teenager who has their teeth ruined
by antidepressants.
What kind of treatment is this
for depression?
I think both RFK, Jr.
and I
are old enough
to have experienced doctors as they are
supposed to be – to trust that they want you well.
The only thing you can
trust now
is that given the chance
to get away with it – your doctor will hurt you.
I was put on a medication
called Sarotex (in Norway) for my muscle pain.
This is Amitriptyline,
an antidepressant that the famous singer-songwriter
Nick Drake was on when he committed suicide
in 1974.
Today they sell it in a separate dose
as a relief for body pain.
What I noticed was that it had no effect
on my pain.
Instead, I got dry mouth and bad teeth,
I had hallucinations
and felt depressed
and alone
and forsaken.
I was given a three-month supply
of the prescriptions.
Enough to kill myself three times.
To make a long story short:
This is the medical profession’s way
of telling you that if you have chronic problems,
then you are not worth anything
in normal society,
so please take this medication
and go hang yourself!
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THE MAN-MACHINE
“Within 10 years, AI will replace many doctors
and teachers—humans won’t be needed
‘for most things.” – Bill Gates
Finally,
he has said something
that gives hope for the future.
Modern doctors are just
a smartphone
with specialized information.
They have no intellectual
value anymore.
They have nothing good to say,
nothing spiritual,
nothing wise.
The only thing that shakes
the robot
is if you say the word ‘cigarettes’.
Then Dr. Evil looks at you
and says: Smoking kills!
I would rather have
a proper robot around me
than a human robot.
They can be programmed
to be kind and pleasant.
Humans can’t.
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Krusedull It!
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Tribute to us weirdos who think and feel too much. It’s not our world, but we are the ones who are the most well-developed.
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″I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.” – Jim Morrison
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Soccerface for Einar
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Moon Crocodile Beard for Amateur Swimmers
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FILE UNDER
A parent who says: ″My kid could have done that.″
Or
A kid who says: ″My parents could have done that.″
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Fried Eggshine Day
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TALKING MUSIC WITH A NORMIE
Me: I just played “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” by Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd on the stereo. It’s an artistically interesting album. I love it.
The Normie: Poor Syd Barrett. He was so sick. Poor guy. A drug casualty. LSD. We need to warn kids about drugs so they don’t end up like Syd Barrett. Poor guy.
Me: I’m a big fan of Billie Holiday. I think she’s one of the greatest singers in the history of music. I love the recordings with Teddy Wilson in the 1930s. It rocks like jazz ‘n’ roll.
The Normie: Poor Billie Holiday. Poor girl. Her life story is so tragic. It’s so sad. We need to warn kids about heroin so they don’t end up like that. Poor woman. What a fate.
Me: The Rolling Stones’ latest album “Hackney Diamonds” isn’t exactly “Exile on Main St.” but it has some rockin’ tracks that I like. I’m also a fan of the early Stones with Brian Jones.
The Normie: Poor Brian Jones. He drowned. A drug casualty. He looked like a hippie. Those awful hippies. They were so awful. We have to warn kids about hippies, so they don’t end up like Brian Jones and Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix. Poor people. They’re so tragic. What a waste.
Me: Have you heard Keith Richards’ solo album “Talk Is Cheap”? I think it’s the best “Stones” album in recent memory.
The Normie: Poor Keith Richards. He looks awful. Poor guy. Heroin. The drugs have ruined him. It’s so tragic. I feel so sorry for Keith Richards. We need to warn our kids about the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle so they don’t end up like him.
Me: I think David Bowie’s last album “Blackstar” is one of his best. It’s musically exciting to listen to. Lyrically too. Kind of a requiem.
The Normie: Poor David Bowie. He did cocaine. And he smoked cigarettes. And now he’s dead. He-smoked-cigarettes-and-now-he’s-dead. Poor guy. So tragic. Mental illness ran in his family.
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Reach Out
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I Ching the Chong
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Better Luck in the Next Life
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TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE
Dear God,
spare me old age
and the battle against death
that I cannot win.
I have a prayer for a quick,
good death.
I don’t want to sit in diapers
in a nursing home
after a stroke and wither away.
I hate doctors, I hate nurses,
I hate everything that is clinical
and sterile and sanitized.
I want to be dead before
the ambulance arrives.
If this is what it takes;
then I invite all you beautifully accurate snipers out there
for a walk in the woods.
One summer day
when I’m out walking,
I drop dead while the birds
are chirping in the trees.
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My Inner Beauty
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Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
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Unmirrored
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Paddelflattel I – A Faceful of Room
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Paddelflattel II – A Roomful of Face
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Neon Paint Noir
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Inner Space Invader
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″Weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant. But when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being.″
– Andrei Tarkovsky
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″What is praised today is vilified tomorrow. The next day they’ll forget why they praised you. They will forget you, me, everything. Everything is vanity and decay. Humanity has already committed every stupidity and baseness and now it only repeats them. Everything is an eternal circle and it repeats and repeats itself. If Jesus returned to earth, they would crucify him again.″
– Film, Andrei Rublev (1966)
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Surfin’ the Desert in a Washing Machine
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A Suffering Shadow (of Itself)
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Yoddelpimp
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Kléptenkamp
