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There is a reason I haven't published anything for a few days. Namely because it was my birthday yesterday and I spent the whole weekend celebrating (and recovering)! All of yesterday was spent answering over a hundred calls, texts, and various messages. Never realized getting older took so much effort! So now I'm back in … Continue reading Happy Birthday to me!
Oceansoul The man hung from a cherry tree. A camera fell out of his pocket. He had taken a picture, of the ocean above the sea. - F H Hakansson
Chew Sometimes I fill the table, with all the food I crave. With a gaping bite, I eat more than I can chew. Until I choke, - F H Hakansson
The Road I walked a road, Of warmth and light, I must wander. I gaze ahead, On a path bleak and steep. - F H Hakansson
So, it finally happened. I have written over 400 pages. Even though it feels like a momentous achievement there is more to be done! Four more major events need to happen so it might, unfortunately, be up to another 100 pages before I call the first draft complete. That would bring me back to 80% … Continue reading 99% Complete
Ornaments of Heaven The ornaments of heaven, reveal no flaws, but the ones carved in flesh and bone. - F H Hakansson
Treasures Forgotten A golden map, to a treasure lost, led men on a quest, for a chest long lost. Death and plague, filled their journey, yet one man survived, and reached the goal. He opened the chest, and found it empty. He grieved, for himself, and the dead. He turned the map, and found it to … Continue reading Treasures Forgotten
Round Feet The sun fell and dark reigned. A man had himself a drink for he felt drained. He walked around with round feet, Until he saw a woman so sweet. He asked for a dance and they tumbled all night, And he brought her home without a fight. They made love in his bed … Continue reading Round Feet
Dementia What is that brown liquid I see, reeking putrid vagina? Is it a sewage plant, or a buffet? - F H Hakansson
Love is Dead The fallen scream - ”Love is dead.” A diamond ring, Or a golden chalice? Hallowed be thy poison. - F H Hakansson
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