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Domesticated Fools The vision comes to life now more vivid than ever. I tame the demons with pen and paper but I spill the ink and the quill breaks. I gather the writings before they consume me and toss them around great men with money. They sneer and turn Ah, the ignorant bastards! For the … Continue reading Domesticated Fools
I just came back from celebrating Midsummer's Eve. In Sweden it's a major holiday (in case you didn't know). It was fun, I have to say, but I did miss not being able to work. I am still waiting for the majority of the agents to respond. Even though I have been rejected five times … Continue reading Midsummer Amnesia
Everything Solemn Black wings scar his back. They spread - he tries to fly. Leaving the ground chains of darkness cuff his ankles. There he remains. My pet. A naked man with swelling muscles and golden skin. - F H Hakansson
_ moved closer to the ground. A wounded bird had fallen on a pile of dirt. Black legs rose from below and tore at its feathers. Rotten nails clipped the wings off the creature. The fowl squealed one last time before falling into darkness. The dark limbs followed the bird's descent. I placed my ear against the soil and heard … Continue reading Vivid, Livid, Breathing Ground
I spent the last three days going through a manuscript I received with corrections and suggestions on how to improve the novel. It also seems my tutor is too busy with his own novel right now that he might not be able to provide me with feedback (oh well). So I might actually start sending … Continue reading Project 2 Update
After seeing the mind boggling increase in traffic after my Diablo III post I should probably skip poetry and prose and just report about my video games habit? (just kidding). Now, what about Diablo poetry? Ah, yes! Of course! Why didn't I think of that before. The poet raises a beige ceramic cup to his lips and slurps … Continue reading So.. I heard you guys like Diablo III [& Poem: Lord of Darkness]
Cold metal rise from the deep Servos moan to life Explosions propel our death Shrieking fire castrates my voice Man's dusk has come - F H Hakansson
The Vermin Longhorn And so the pirates sailed the sea of cheese. "Ohoy Captain!" "What do you see with your slimey eyes?" "The master's cat is inbound sir!" The captain snatched the spyglass, and saw into the bellow of fiends, for there in the midst of cheese, swam a mighty feline indeed. "Manoeuvre ahoy! Turn and … Continue reading The Vermin Longhorn
Today I rewrote over 40 pages... I hope you can see why I haven't been able to come up with a lot of stuff to post here. It feels like a squid resides in my skull. But as least I'm working diligently! - F H Hakansson
2084 AD I recall dreams of flowers and a fear of life. I feel this liquid eternity. What dreamless life does it bring? What did we leave behind? Would you prefer to be mortal and live with all the suffering we had? - F H Hakansson
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