Tag: död

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.

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.

Necrophilia Or Just Love?

YOU KNOW, IT IS NOT ALWAYS EASY TO KNOW WHAT to write about when you don’t have any spontaneous issue to bring up. I used to be expert in coming up with shit that was interesting despite handling nothing or anything. I think I’m still pretty good at that. That remains to see. I don’t mean this very post but the posts to come in the future to come. 

I am going to ask you a question twice today among many other questions… the main question is: is there anything wrong in loving? Now let’s go on with that question in our minds

Have you ever wanted to fuck a corpse? Or care for one? I mean, like, a real corpse?

Om människans dekadens och vänners trofasthet

Den yttre och inre naturen har sina likheter


REGNET HÄNGER TUNGT I LUFTEN UTE SÅVÄL SOM INUTI MIG. Att se ut genom fönstret idag känns lite som jag föreställer mig att det skulle se ut om jag stirrade rakt in i min egen själ vid vissa tillfällen. Att där är regnigt och dimman ligger lågt i de deprimerade dalarna som gömmer sig mellan de höga, svarta och spetsiga berg som står som monument från triumfer och fall från svunna tider. Sällan var det segrar jag såg om jag stirrade in i mig själv; snarare stora nederlag med kraftiga förluster där bara minnena – mina egna tankar – lägger det förflutna i fokus så att jag tydligt kan se det som är borta