The vigilante Busdriver

Today I met Östersunds only superhero. He was an old man driving a bus. We named him "The vigilante busdriver".

It all began when we were waiting for a guy, to open källar'n up, so we could take our stuff. Me and Viktor decided to take some Dubkollektivet posters from the entrance. All of a sudden, a big bus started stalking me. I kept walking, but the bus kept on following me. All of a sudden it stopped, and the door flung open...

- What are you doing with that? asked the busdriver.

- We played here yesterday, so i thought i could take a poster today... I said.

- Ok. Because I know the guys that own this place, and i don't want people tearing down their posters.

It was a nice thought, that could have lead to a nice deed. But it was all wrong. Still i give the man cred.

Östersund is now, officially safe.

Amen.

(The man on the picture is NOT the actual busdriver man, just a silly recreation, due to the difficulties of catching the superhero on camera. If you belive you have an authentic picture of the man, send me an e-mail, and we will discuss a price. Thank you.)

Am Desiring That Yous Each Here - Fink Ployd

so, so yous am believing you tin discriminate
blue and hell
blue skyar from rain
tin you discriminate a green meadow
and one coldly steel handrail
one smile from a veil
am believing yous that yous am labeling any difference
and was getting they yourself that exchange
out dina hero anti ghost
hot ash for tree
ardent airs for a cool breeze
calling comfort as variety
booty yous out a bit in the war
for one life in an cage
ooh I wish, ooh i wish that yous each here
wes is only two lost soul as swim in an fish bowl
year behind year
wes leaps over same ancient territories
what have you find?
same ancient fear
am desiring that yous each here...

(Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd, translated to swedish, and then back to english by using a translating program. hilarious.)

Lord Mol - Lord of destruction & phlegm

woke up this morning with a sore throat, filled with slime. The sodding cat really went on my nerves when it attacked my leg the second i left my room. I tryed to show that I was the boss. but the only thing that left my lips was a really girlish, childish kinda squeek. Martin renamed it to Lord Mol - Lord of destruction. It wrecks EVERYTHING.

"Bow for me, Pathetic Maggots!"

I'm going to watch "Over The Hedge" and be really infantile.

Gig tomorrow. We a rule dem all. Oliver, Per & Viktor look so sexy in a charlies angels pose. You get mah freak on! They'll never get any chicks in this town no more..

bwahaha

I'm B.A Baracus

Oh how I wish I was B.A Baracus. I could drive around in a cool black van all day, and say cool phrases all the time. Everyone would have tons of respect for me, and I could beat the crap of those that didn't. And occasionally, I could run around in silly hats without feeling like a dork.

RESPECTAH

Note

Translation: Remember, the stairs do NOT exist!!!




There is no spoon?

In the sign of labour

Everything in wood on this picture (above)was painted in oil today by yours truly. This house is constantly "under construction". Just look at our lovely, handicap friendly entrance! Where the heck are the stairs?They called me from my old work and asked if i could work a couple of days in june. I was thrilled. At last i get to meet my kindergarten kids again! And get paid for it. Ah work, work.

God bless me

Today I woke up with a really sore nose. seriously, i was really close to like cutting it off. I guess I'm catching a really bad cold. My Granny called and asked if I wanted to ride with her to järpen (at the time i had a wee hangover). I went out, to her car... and found three grannys in the same car (!). Two of them were her sisters, but GOSH, they all look the same. I slept all the way to Järpen, only to run up to the guest room to sleep some more. Granny came and woke me up 45 minutes later. We were going to see dads quire concert. It was in a church. I always get the creeps in church. It feels like everyone knows what to say, exactly at the same time...except me. But who cares..I dont belive in God anyway. The concert was good though. Great, happy musicians. That always puts a big smile on my face. In that sense I'm enlightend.


God bless me.


I miss my cutzor.