Land of Feel-Sorry-for-Yourself
a place to put you down
beat your ego up
Low Self Esteem for president
besieged by, enemy of you
never ending civil war
army fight call “no use”
stay down for every count
dare not to seek, citizenship
It all starts with the man in the mirror, ha de Gött!
Book full of forgotten things un-remembered issue release daily thick as the book of what-if's pocket size in constant use some miss-use now and then wear it on my shoulders every chapter, dare a read a highly dangerous deed largest book in the library that is my brain the book of oblivion
My memory is good but short, ha de Gött!
Autumn and its colours, ha de Gött!
Autumn grey Sunday morning street. Mellangatan Haga Göteborg.
The Haga city district is the first suburb to Göteborg. It was mentioned in print already 1637 and in 1647 it was made official by order of the Queen Kristina as a home for the working class. Today the renovated district is a popular place to live and a vibrant tourist area with many cafes and small shops.
It’s never loo late or too early for a cup of coffee, ha de Gött!
This Saturday was celebrated with a storm. No time for boating, much better for photo’ing. I got quite wet taking this picture. The things you do for your art.
Never under-estimate good clothes, ha de Gött!
Ha de Gött!
some in frequent use pages darkened by hungry fingers 'who done it' tickling the darkest inside us some covered by dust only yellow by age 'who wants to know' fuelling the creative light during long dark nights dark prose in the poetry corner and whiskey stinking PI's comparing their scars silent with millions of words organised in rows and shelfs collective minds peaks and abysses of humanity
Growing up in a broken home in the suburbs, the library was always a safe haven. Still today I get calm entering a library or a book store.
Take care of the libraries, Ha de Gött!
So the autumn storms start to come in with salty winds. Yesterday I used up all my cleaning cloths for the camera gear. It was worth it, I think.
Salt is the best spice, ha de Gött!
After rain they come crawling
up from the wet grass
crossing the roads and footpaths
where are they all going
is it an initiation rite
cross without getting crushed
see what’s on the other side
a sluggish paradise or
a sticky mess under a shoe
The killer slug (Arion vulgaris), yes that is it’s name! It’s also know as Spanish slug. It’s considered an invasive species and a great annoyance to all gardeners all over Europe. Why it’s called killer slug I don’t know but the best explanation I heard from a child. “They are called killer slugs because you kill them.”
Watch your step, ha de Gött!
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