Category: Svartabloggen.com

HÄR KOMMER INLÄGG SOM INTE HÖR HEMMA I NÅGON av de övriga kategorierna att hamna och det är en stor massa det innebär så den här kategorin kommer bli fetastt med tiden och risken är väl att jag får lägga till fler kategorier, helt enkelt, om jag märker att det börjar bli mycket om ett visst ämne. Än så länge är detta alltså allt-i-allo-kategorin för all slags poop, you know.


Från psyket till Rånäs…

Ja, då var man hemkommen till det underbara vädret här, 60 mil norr om den sketna peehålan Varberg då. Inte för att här ligger en meter snö men naturen är åtminstone snötäckt och vägarna är packade och rimfrosten bränner sig fast på vegetationen överallt här omkring och det liksom frodas inom mig på något sätt. Jag mår så förbannat bra av vinter när det får vara vinter, så att säga. Det finns ingen mer styrkande utomhusmiljö än vinterns karga landskap; kanske för att man jämför den mycket med den gamla själen man går omkring och släpar på så motvilligt.


Återuppstoden Från Bortom Skuggorna…

(Non-Swedish speaking visitors – use Google Translate – No shit?! I mean it! *_* )

JAG HAR VÄCKT BLOGGAREN I MIG ÅTERIGEN och förhoppningsvis kommer han vara mer konsekvent med skrivandet den här perioden. Man kan ju alltid önska det i alla fall även om det är mest troligt att idioten upprepar sig. Men ärligt, jag skall bättra mig OM NI LÄSER skiten jag skriver så blir det roligare att skriva också. Fast enligt statistiken är det bra fart här ändå men det kunde ju bli mer aktivitet typ med kommentarer o.d. 

Okej, nog om den dyngan nu…


New baby added to the family

SO, IT HAS BEEN A LONG WHILE SINCE I WROTE HERE NOW and this isn’t exactly any breaking news either. I was just going to post a photo of my new TB-303 clone. I used to have the TB-3 from Roland but I sold that one and now I have a so called x0xb0x. Yes, it is spelled with zero’s because of historic reasons. The TB-303 was just one piece of machine in a series that included the SH-101, MC-202, TB-303, TR-505, TR-606, TR-707, TR-808 and TR-909 and to make it easy to refer to the series it has been called the x0x series where x= the numbers of the machiners depending on which one you refer to, but when you speak of the entire series you called it x0x-series. My new toy (Mabye now you understand the name better) is named TB-x0x and is called a x0x box, really, thus its name x0xb0x.


Killing my baby-mate…

Today I will go to the vet with my little companion. She is 17 years and 3 months old and she has cancer. During the past few months, she has lost both hearing and sight. Her sight was almost lost over night! But she has been strong and fought her battle against death and seemed pretty alert, walking around the apartment trying to find her way to whatever place she was looking for, but the last two nights she has hidden herself under my couch, and she doesn’t come out for food or water – she has always been a big drinker that could drink enormous amounts of cold water.


This dying world… is my home by force (A word on isolation)

NEVER IN MY LIFETIME WILL THERE BE any other place to go. This world is supposed to be a place where there is room for all of us but sometimes I feel as if there is not enough room for me alone. The mind during these periods is darkened by shadowed thoughts. Single words may then linger in my consciousness and repeat itself until I normally would be on the verge of insanity but I have been there so many times that I honestly miss that state of mind when I am not in it anymore.  How can that be so? Because once in there I feel undoubtedly secure and very isolated from the other souls around me. I do not see them. I do not feel their presence if they are around me.


Desolation X [Visitor Marie’s contribution]

I got another photo from Marie Zackariasson which had a really nice touch to it. She says it was shot during a walk on a path called Roslagsleden, Täby (Northern Stockholm) in 2015 and it depicts an old military bunker, and it made her think of all wars that were fought in the past and the fact that it is still going on today in our modern world and has simply never really stopped since way back in time.


Draconian Winter Mysticism

A Winter Night…

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I POSTED here. More than 10 days, I believe. Although I have posted some of my own, and a bunch of Visitors’, Desolation X-photos, I haven’t written a real post for some time. But what to write, what to write? I will write about some real personal stuff today. I will share an experience with you guys from a special winter midnight and what you believe are your thoughts and what I believe is mine but to be honest – I have no clue whatsoever of what this was about or what really happened even though I do understand what was being done that winter night. Please, lay your opinions aside and try not to be clouded by prejudice, I beg you – for your own experience’ sake. 


Necrophilia Or Just Love? (Part II)

Necrophilia (Pt. 2)

AS SOME OF YOU MIGHT RECALL I WROTE A POST on Necrophilia vs. love on June 5th, 2017 and I promised to continue on the subject and tonight is the time for that. 

What is necrophilia? To give an answer to this complex question in all its simplicity would be to say that necrophilia is the desire to, in some way, interact sexually and/or emotionally with a corpse. Sick, you say? Also definable. A pedophilia is an ugly orientation with no kind of exculpation (a defense of some offensive behavior) whatsoever and I think – no, I hope – that we all could agree on that part but if we can’t you are not getting any sympathy from me, though.


Upload Your Photos To The Desolation X-project!

Upload Your Photos To Support Desolation X-project (Sticky Post)

As you all have seen I post photographies under the name Desolation X. You can’t have missed it! And if you like the photos or the idea of this project – Please, feel free to upload your own photos to support the Project. I would love to have your photos sent to me! Maybe they are taken in another country, maybe just outside your door, in the woods, on the fields, hills and valleys or lakes or whatever, just as long as it has this feeling of melancholy in it. Some kind of depressive weight to it. Maybe you don’t see it the way I do, so just post the photos you believe will be suitable and I will publish what I like, but probably all. Just think of that no persons shall be on it. Otherwise, a dysphoric environment could be in the cities or in the country or in a house or a barn or wherever, really. You set the standard by what you upload.


Eucharist – The Naked Truth is Translated

FINALLY, MY FRIENDS, I CAN GIVE YOU THE English version of the Eucharist story. It has been a pleasure to work on this story with translation because I know now that so many more persons will get to read the story. And the stats shows that you are a whole lot of visitors coming here, roughly over 3600 uniqe visitors in two months is a good number! So I am very pleased with you that you keep visitng it and maybe you will spread the word about it too so that even more people will join us here. It’s just a blog but it’s fun to have readers.