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Happy Father's Day!

 
Happy Father's Day!

A little something for my dad. A quick doodle in Flash, printed on thick yellow paper too wide to fit in the printer (I experimented, and found out you can print on custom cut-outs as well - as long you align them to the right side, in my case the right side) with a poem on back. It took a snap. Now we're about to celebrate with something in mass and be lax.

So Happy Father's Day all fathers who go farther than lather! And further their hearty harbor! Grow bigger and larger with ardor, embarking on long roads to stardom! Hopefully not lonely-grown and hardened before, or apart from their hearts like a lark on a charter! Don't know what I'm really writing here, I declare my poem was smarter (but it's in Swedish so y'all might not really understand):

Har bara några få bars kvar,
Men hoppas du får en bra dag far!
Med tårta och allt som man ska ha,
För att utan kval och glad va'
 
Och att dagen blir lagom och ja, bra!
 
Grattis igen!

Happy Father's Day again.

Week 46 - NaNoWriMoIng, Music & Massage

AKA The Trump Aftermath AKA... What Else Is New?

I pondered starting to use lowercase letters in my titles, but decided against it when I started wondering if I pondered this because I am currently sick of the routines I willingly delve into each day, yet wish to somehow escape. I want to take a break, but I know that if I do I might not do all I'd like to, and then look back at the break in six years as one long and useless mistake.

So I keep on going, plowing through the weeks! Writing prose or poems, or whatever rows I sow to demons keep away from home as omens flow in, I sleep and zone in, and weep discreet. Cause there are secrets in my life but not all secrets that I keep. Yet it's infinite: I heard a song and got right into it! It inspired me, fired me up like cinder kits. It changed my life so much that now I'm sitting in with kicks, though usually in Sweden we wear socks and keep our indoors mint. But here's a hint: I'm not really wearing kicks - I left them downstairs. I'm wearing socks and a robe, while I walk around here. My life isn't all that I claim that it is - not always, yet it's true that I'm aiming for bliss. I call faith.

It's my all blue. Truth, where are you? What's your number I can't call you! Fall passed quick, then winter in a whisk seemed to fall through. I don't know if it's the dark times or if I'm a small dude just, getting by, contemplating which window shows the most tall view. But I'll: get through it with my music, collaborations are brewing, I have a lot of old projects - and new ones I am doing. I thought I'd write a weekly blog but then my mind got moving and soon I'm fuming tunes not really knowing what I'm doing. So should I add a beat to this? Polish it up, till it gleams and glists? Put the album at the top, of my Christmas list? I think the gist of this is: no need to run. Doing things is the only real secret to things getting done. So I'll finish this, and leave it up on my blog... it's infinite.

Yeah, guess what track just inspired that one! Though it's so old: hearing it now, with the promises that one remastered single seems to lift, is like a gleam of light in one large and spreading darkness. It's like a promise of a time past, that may finally come to fruition. A long lost hope that withered, yet starts to grow. A secret that's been dwelling in the shadows all this time - that changed the world, yet is still largely unheard of. It has a certain element of myth and mystery to it - it was the thing that could've started everything, yet passed by without notice, yet inspired change in so many other ways. And it's stood the test of time, to come back today when it is as most relevant.

Life is not all dark though! I had a couple of sessions of massage and muscle stretching/testing this week, thanks to a good buddy who's currently undergoing a grueling short-year education on said craft. The first session had me feeling great, so rejuvenated it was like all tensions had just dispirited entirely. My posture was perfect. I walked around feeling light and agile, and brimming with confidence... and that feeling lasted about half a day. Must have done some great though. The next session just left me feeling immensely tired, and today I still don't feel light or posturized. Guess the effects of a second massage so soon after the first may not be as drastic as the first after a few years without... but they were probably both equally useful. I need to get more of this stuff...

Otherwise? I've reached 365 days straight of 750 word writing! I went bowling this Wednesday (oh, right, was planning to incorporate that into the title after the lack of it last week, and post a bit of a backstory there - it's been a long time in the planning). I've watched a few movies, and played some Castlevnia (Dawn of Sorrow), and I'm currently up at 38,000 words on the NaNoWriMo challenge... more than halfway, and just nine more days to go! Hopefully I'll manage to reach my quota next weekend. Till then it's work as usual. And words as usual. Oh, and here's a missing screencap from last weeks post. Superimportant stuff. Not really.

On the blog I've posted 6 reviews, some music, and here's last week. Until then, I'll try to break down my routine a bit and so some things new... without sacrificing all. Ciao for now.

Västerås Wandering/Quick Kolbäck Visit

Week 4, 2016.

January is finished... but I wasn't done with it!! My calendar still has a column of projects, one with a deadline long-passed, one without a defined deadline long should-be-done; a few others that are waiting on me too but are no priority. I'm starting to feel a bit stressed. Days flow by in a steady stream, like routine, patterned similarly like patches in a patchwork quilt, and I barely have time to enjoy the music between these hectic sessions of... life, I guess? Though time isn't monotone, I'm sure it makes for some monotone blogs.

So what have I been up to? Work mostly. Writing secondarily. Not so much on the blog as these other sites, to such extent I wonder if it's all worth it. This year's project takes up a fair share of inspiration too. It all feels very reminiscent to the time of 2009, when I had a similarly ambitios project, and also felt like days just washed away at their own accord, leaving me little time to savor the moments. I wrote bits and pieces at 100 Words that year too. Wonder what else I did that took such effort. No work. Well, work is relative - no paid work. Studies? Or maybe it's all due to my minute to two-minute mindset. Making tasks take longer than they could if you would just chuck what a would-chuck could.

The prospects of efficiency have bitten me, but I don't think I've mastered them yet. For starts: you need to relax to be efficient. You need to wind down. You need to keep cool and calm and just face each task head on, without stall or stress or a mauling press to do more with less. This haul's a test. I'll brawl till all yall your lawns caress and I roar I've kept: no more in debt! That calls for rest, maybe a tour of floors instead of floored arrests with high scores at best, but they're scores for a whole other game than the game of life: however you grew wise, I could use the same advice to slay my vice and maybe I'll retain my stride through this plainless strife and partake in fights to regain my sights and these shameless vibes I like to bring. Yeah. Cyberdevil do your thing.

Well, it's not all bad news (if you consider hectic times bad news)! I've been negotiating a domain-name deal I'm pretty happy about, I have a collaborative track coming out on EP soon (been enjoying the pre-release these past few days - I'll let you know as soon as it's out and available so you can spend some $$$ and I can get a small provision), and I took a quick trip to Kolbäck and Västerås this weekend to visit a good buddy; had a good time. Came home with a bag packed of really rebated items from a nearby shop, tired legs after a few exploratory walks (I almost missed my second train exploring the second city mentioned above) and a fresh outlook on life. At least until I flipped the calendar and started transferring unfinished projects of the past to the new sheet, realizing there are just too many!! But that's a story for another time. That's this week.

I'm late with a bunch of movie reviews I'd planned on posting, and with this weekly post, and with a bunch of other stuff, but I'll catch up! I must! I shall! I will! Where there's a will there's a must! So a way I shall have! And that about sums up this session of sevens. You'll find last week's post here; until next one! Maybe with more time and interest I'll have some more interesting tidings to bring. Cyberdevil do your thing.

People In Their Cells

People in their cellphones. No I don't mean on, I mean in, it's already been the next big thing. And what's weird is that I'm still more socially awkward than they are, but hey I can make bars. They're just not social. Unless you call a social call a phone call. Everyone's on FaceBook acting like they know all. I'm sitting on the subway in the dead of nights gloam... everyone's buried in their phones.

Phony clones you know, who only cherish what they own. Even in groups they sit alone. Even when they're near the world their world is a zone. Rolling solo on the roam, traveling the road... but always home? I say no, it's not the way to go. I say hell, I can't be people by myself. So why do all these people hide in cells? Am I the only peep here with a shell I want to shell and live for real, the only one who feels we should rebel? And be of greater help, and stop living in stealth, and do some good that's felt, instead of clipping our feelings to our belts.

People in their cells.

Little Power Outrage

Came home from work today, turned on the computer, opened up my email aaaand blackout.

The fan buzz turned to silence, the screen clicked, the switches popped, the lights flickered and dimmed. Everything went dark. The lights flickered again. Off for a few minutes. Then they flickered back on, and now I'm typing this.

Little power outrage.

Open

It's Close. It's drawing nearer. Drawers, clothes. Look in the mirror. The truth is exposed. Are you weary or wearer of very few fears? I haven't seen the mirrored me in many overdue years. Each penny is a new share. Each cent is a wrinkle flattened, twinkle twinkly fathom what's in reach. Everyone to their own and all to each. Life's a beach.

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