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My friend Harald, author, photographer and drug-guru, who just became amazing 77 years old this january, well.. he is not the same anymore. Not himself, going toward dementia of some sort. I honestly believe this pictures was the first time I recognized it for real. Close-up of his eyes when he don't remember what my name was or what I've just asked him or something. Probably alcohol too, it usually do no good for the body in the longer run, and yeah. He still do all kinds of illegal drugs too, that probably adds another layer of reality as well, to this soup of character that is Harald. I love his eyes thou, there is wisdom in those eyes.

Yeah well, so I am still quite pissed off about the whole Ronnie-situation. This gangster and close friend of mine over the past few years has promised to "destroy my face" a couple of times now for not known reason. Messages on my phone, e-mail and social networks. Not here, hehe. He is an idiot, and also afraid of digital data and tech that fool. True, he is usually a loveable guy, but those other times.. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde kinda, but enough is enough. Good riddance Ronnie. You are so damn broken, you're not even fun anymore. Not like the times we spent together in the park like this. I am the Sun. I love Everyone. You better move to Bergen where the sun doesn't shine. Be gone buddy, be gone.

The late news on Norwegian TV, the day after the Capitol attack in USA some years ago now. Not living in the US, lived in Canada for a year when I was 17, but I find it so bizarre that US americans allow this shit that's been going on since this to evolve to an even bigger and global tragedy. I fear that everything good is about to fall apart, and this idiot is fueling the process even further. Kali Yuga, maybe it's all coming to an end in our lifetimes after all. Anyhoo, better times are doomed to come.

Joint birthday with that purple girl. Helena, her talented friend from Russia hosted the party along with the ever amazing Roberto, who can play Piazzolla any day, and with that same passion. Shit, I just remembered. That was the whole party that year. Four people all together. Damn, it was almost shutdown, yes that Covid. Blast from the past. Dude. Fuck, you're old.

Regrets. Cute at first, that she was. Obsessed with purple, that she was. An excellent cook, that she was. Mostly happy and sometimes sad, that she was. A bipolar shopping manic and sex addict, that she was. Vulgar and tempting, that she was. Horrible mother to her teenage son, that she was. In need of her right medications, that she was. I really try to delete these photos, I do. I'm not in love. Not with her. Never again. I was a fool for love, I think I remember it was snowing lighly the first time we met that december. Now Tale, without any hate in my heart whatsoever for all the lying and cheating and the years together you totally anjd completely trashed. Damn purple urple gurple snurple.. GFY.

So, well... maybe solitude leads to mental health risks, maybe hateful thinking leads to solitude, just like constant shallowness leads to evil. I do scream a lot to the mirror when fustrated like I was here - I really don't know why I bothered to express my anger on camera, but perhaps I do that a lot. Looks somewhat like the first album from Swans. Oh, well..

Went to visit Sandra at her new place and studio to make some music together, far away from the city and grumpy neighbours complaining about loud bass or whatnot. The sky was magical that night, and Sandra is indeed a magickal person.

It was winter, it was late, the pub closed. Ronnie didn't appreciate that, so he got really mad at a poster hanging in a nearby store on the way to the nachspiel. Tore it down, stomped on it a few hundred times before he was absolutely certain that the poster was dead. Then he went out in the middle of the street and stopped three cars, shouting some brutal shit at them before I grabbed him and offered him a beer. Angry gangsters dude... funny and annoying at the same time.

Some very young hairdressers convinced me to do a makeover on me. Please, please, please, please, please, please... Honestly, it was not a great result at all, and it was certainly not pleasant. Ending up with at least 30 hair ties in all kinds of colours in my hair, looking like a fool. But at least, the makeover was free of charge. Well, perhaps I gave them an icecream each. They were bloody serious, I tell you that much. Serious kids.

Almost don't remember these pictures, but nowadays fascism is sadly right in your face. Everyday. My friend Alex and myself had a nice breakfast and Putin was all over the frontpage in the newspaper, once again. I recall that we couldn't look at his dead evil eyes, so we hid them with our morning eggs. It felt a bit like throwing rotten eggs at the bastard in some way. Maybe we did, maybe we will, maybe we should.

I was watching a show with one of my favourite comedians Norm Macdonals, who sadly left us back in 2021. I was probably high as a kite, and must have felt an irresistable urge to take pictures of my monitor and sweet, sweet Norm. May he rest in peace with an oversized hat on his head.

Quite sure about this not being my kitchen. But rather certain that I was testing out this rapid-photo app called something.. something crazy kewl. Now, I am quite certain that all the fun eventually started in the kitchen. We probably sat there the whole goddamn evening. Raiding the fridge, guarding our beer and other stupid stuff. Serious stuff. Serious fun stuff.

Sometimes it’s just great fun to burn some money on silly balloons usually made by a freaky street-clown. But, at the cost of a coffee, you get a hat. A great hat. A fabulous hat! Now, how about that! The boy was happy, I tell you that. Proudest smile I’ve seen in decades. All the way down the street to the point where someone popped is balloon-hat with a cigarette. Poofh..pffffffh…… I’m lying again. That didn’t really happen, that last part. He still has the hat, and he wears it all the time. I’m lying again. He doesn’t wear it all the time.

My family from great-grumpy-grandma to homo imbeciles. But truthfully - family gatherings like this.. eating out at restaurants like this which obviously is made by old people for old people... at that moment in time I was absolutely as bored as those last two. The remixes of me. New and improved. From the Tyrell corporation. More human than human.

Typical celebration after the parade of the 17th of May - the Norwegian constitution day - spending time at whatever school your kids are attending - all dressed up, watching the kids play games for prizes and candy, watching out for ubrellas and flags not hitting you in the eye, chitchatting with other parents, buying cakes and coffee and icecream... endless amounts of icecream.. That is if you're a parent. Otherwise it's about drinking a whole lot before the parade. And drinking a whole lot after the parade. Even drinking a whole lot during the parade.

Exactly how this t-shirt ended up in my possession is still a mystery to me. It’s quite a radical and provocative tee, I admit - probably unhealthy to wear this at certain places, and certainly unwise. It qickly became one of my favourie clothing of course. The print is totally almost washed out now, whatever that means…

I spoke with this dude just now. Telling him about this site, about this next post, pictures taken at his home at Brønnøya. Lovely place. Lovely friend. Lovely man. A lunatic for sure, but aren't we all...