"...A STRAIGHT LINE DRAWN CROOKEDLY INSIDE ME..."
( for David Olof Carney )

"Six months, if that...eh?"
inside the cancer
eating him cell by cell

life now
a death sentence
he couldn't live with it

"If it be now..."
Hamlet's solliquoy
comes to mind

in the car crash
his last laugh: "Thank you God!
You're a good sport!"

*

The title is taken from Alvaro De Campos aka Fernando Pessoa's  MARITIME ODE.

"But the song is a straight line drawn crookedly inside me.."

Curiously enough my friend Jan survived both the crash and the cancer. He thought he was dead on both accounts but would have preferred the car crash as a way to go.

But he pulled through at the last moment which as it happened wasn't his ...last moment. He fought bravely against his cancer and life still has its grip on him ten years down the road.

He's beginning to think he will never die. Don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing! But yes Jan lives on....long live Jan!

"...A STRAIGHT LINE DRAWN CROOKEDLY INSIDE ME..."
( for David Olof Carney )

"Six months, if that...eh?"
inside the cancer
eating him cell by cell

life now
a death sentence
he couldn't live with it

"If it be now..."
Hamlet's solliquoy
comes to mind

in the car crash
his last laugh: "Thank you God!
You're a good sport!"

harmaasarvi - in finnish; indeed aa.. for å = ā, the wheel upon flattened earth... rolling, toward the arithmetic of allowing two, serving the principle of rolling, or being slightly prolonged.

oh, please shut up.

i only use youtube, because all the music shops
have been closing down
in my area...

   all the talk, and talk, and talk, and more
talk...
            i want to care...
   but unless your talk is like raindrops
on a tin roof in the wild...
                 i'm... dunno...
                                                        care?

i'm thinking:
   isn't *gjallarhorn's version of
                                 herr olof better
than that of garmarna's?
                
                      just talking...
     but **** me, so much talk, people clearly
need more rights to speak rather than breathe...
oh ******* with their desire to think...
   that's bound to the atheistic zeitgeist of trend /
vogue whether god exists...
        
            apparently if it can't be measured
with a 1 + 1 = 2 / centimetre's worth
                                                 of argument,
                              then there's no proof...
  i don't see what needs to be proved,
                                               in all honesty;
it all turns out to be a bit pointless...

  *** *** ***...

                               have your fun! ****'s sake,
it's not like i was invited anyway...
    
      so how did you get an invitation into my
thinking?
                   i didn't say anything...
  i already said, i wrote on the flag of defeat....
  on white, perhaps in public-pixel-white...
           but i wasn't asking for a conversation...

oh man, i don't use you-tube to listen to
people talking...
        i have b.b.c. radio 4 for that...
                 at least there's a schedule...
   i just miss music shops on the streets,
esp. ****** megastore on oxford st.,
        the remains of music shops on oxford st.
that is h.m.v. is no comparison...
          there are no escalators...
                i've turned into a cultural
hunter & gather... a forager...
  
           and to think it all began with
      mike oldfield's
                                       tubular bells;
i'm getting itchy squint eye of the orientals,
                      too much ***, and it's 3 am.

**** boy it's back you can sleep to a go,
You made picture you underdog.
Came wake cool it's o you all bi back,
You conse sleep it's the boys and the girls.

Oldandayul turgan zaman,
It's long to you are it's skull.
Tatar bulgan it's a solon,
Altotogether come back it's you.

Go mather ***** it's this a boy,
You understand in Tatarlar.
Language Tatar Altyn Urda,
It's Tamerlan it's this the me.

I'm old of skull go to tge rate,
I'm go to me my of you skin.
Going to boy old to all me,
Maiden in Russia olof you dead.

Kisses me ****** olgan zaman,
It's this Zaman in english the time.
Time it's zaman akhyr bulgan,
Akhyr it's letter go zamanda.

Hundred a letter nineteen sixteen,
Old you Tatar turgan zaman.
It's this a time colong to me,
Mi to the break you go to rate.

Ol tuyalgan it's this tatar,
Thank you my bebe olof to me.
You go the sleep old you can see,
Go to the boy wake up to go.

It's of you dead it's me a long,
You go me fix and washin go.
Oldan it's rate in tomorrow biggin,
That of you spring go to the boy.

You understand it's you go to the boy.

Lucifer deemed God Almighty
can not have it all His way
why is His Kingdom open to all
why seek for all to come to Him
why say His is is the the Only truth and Way

that is not very democratic Lucifer decided
people must have choices and alternatives
people must be able to do as they please
what's the point if its all one way traffic
No way, he thought, I'm going to make hell

In conceit and devilish arrogance he disobeyed
I too can be as powerful as God he thought
I too can have a kingdom where we can do as we like
show God that we ain't second class citizens scraping before Him
this is Democracy let the numbers decide, majority wins
come join our club for life is short and we are more than them

To the Devil its a numbers game and he knows the ropes
give them all they want and let them sin as they like
money, ***, all manners of evil, go for it brothers and sisters
ain't no control freak here, ain't no boring Bible Bashers
ain't no restraint, ain't no fasting and praying and all that jazz
do as you ****** please, burn later, you're dead by then anyways

Its a numbers game and evil is hot and cool ain't it just
look at this game in town, see that just man out there
blameless, decent, God fearing, kind, loving and caring
now gather people of our democracy, see how we can **** him up
and he can't do a thing, see him alone without a single cheer
What is his God doing about it, what power has he got

See, the Devil is your friend who really delivers, simple as
that fool there could have a gang robbing and thieving an partying
could be bedding willing women and have mates to help in crisis
having a great time and doing it all in glorious democracy and joy
******, Stalin, Genghis, P. ***, West etc, see anyone mess with them
No, cause when you got democracy, you've got the numbers to do
as you like...simples, Olof !!

Thit's the Trump
Who is my speak, in the the world,
I need for you, its President.
In work for you, its the begin,
What for to you, that's ******* screen.

Then go to ****, its the so good,
Its much again, ****** to go.
That is alright, to go to need,
Then President, ******* to go.

That ha-ha-ha, its o to lol,
Smile 😁 that right, i loVe you sing.
You need to break, ****** the pip,
Trump tram papam, that water bin.

Bingo again, what mather ****,
Kisses my *******, ******* the neeb.
That President, its a alright,
Then to you boy, ******* again.

That my its time, then to you screen,
That President, olof a go.
Then mather ****, ******* again,
******* the need, its to my break 💔.
😈😈😈

This is are window you can the this speak,
You cancalot Isis ol you.
Altotogether you can see ball,
Take it of user ball of to me.

You concerat it's this ol back,
Altotogether ofin to you.
Ball al be back to you go me,
Thanks old of skull take it olgan.

It's this tatar me oldan bar,
I'm o together you consis speak.
To my together ofin o you,
Thits is o big olof you dead.

It's my this break olgan to me,
Yambar tugan it's this me and the boy.
Altotogether this is of me,
Come back to go a letter to you.

Come bebe come to go go bebe come,
You concrete it's this boy go old me.
My the of break to go to me,
This is o cos you go to go.

To yaltytyp to go in ****,
It's is alright to go to go.
Coygyrynda cold to gangan,
This it's Oo you boy toyaldy.

Can the it's sleep to go to me,
You can see boy old man to go.
I'm it's are bread you conci sleep,
Ttotomorrow you doing back.

It's me are break you conci sleep.