forslar inom mig ljuvliga mängder brunt
spanskt snor genom luften över gränserna till den malmöitiska modersmyllan
I did not want the hedgehog. I did not long
for it. To hold the small living body in my hand was not nice, and I felt like
a criminal (possibly a rapist), putting the hedgehog in my plastic bag on top
of groceries I actually did not need.
men kan jag slippa få idiotaviseringar från
en grupp jag lämnat för att slippa få idiotaviseringar tack ... ... almost
handeling the situation well, much thanks TO XXX and XXX who knows how to
talk me into causality, if not rationality. They are great. We have fun.
Medication is a gift from God aswell, I do not understand my skepticism towards
antipsychotic drugs/neuroleptica and such when I was a young moralist hippie
turd.
It was only a baby.
There were not a lot of cars, but enough to
kill tiny animals. My action was justified. It was also heroic. It felt better
to think of myself as someone who cares, though I knew the truth and was not
uncomfortable with it.
Having the most amazing cold (flu?) in lovely
Madrid, a city I now officially adore. Back to the realities of Malmö tomorrow.
But tonight it is still a quite correct time to start discussing where to have
dinner, and then grow some tentacles and leather-like wings and get a flying
hunter-from-space view of this glistening an marvellous city organism.
I felt obliged to give the creature a name,
but never did. Naming the world is a most tiresome task.
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