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The Mad Swedes

1+1= 11 Groundbreaking mathematical rules and puffs. We created them. Invisible ridges, we are them. System creators are written in bold on our businesscards. Businesscards without names because we dont need them. We are the creators of madness.

One of those mornings we get that flow for life.

One of us are vomiting over a food poisoning the other one is doing fartleks training in the forest. We’re dreaming about a radio show, the kind of show anybody with rosea needs to stop listening to or run straight to the hospital for that extra strong cortison cream.

What fumed our creativity?

- I’m having Watermelon, it’s easily digested so it should be a good idea.

- Skip your Watermelon I believe Ive heard it’s the opposite. Go for a lemon water fiest, lemons are anti skeptical. Sorry I meant anti septical.

Then I recorded a voice message saying “Are lemons anti sceptical or anti septical, this is todays riddle for you our Swedish folks to solve”.

The conversation became all about sincere jokes, the kind where you play with words and laugh about your own damn wittiness til your stomach is begging you to stop. Of course the show will be held in Swedish, the power of my wickness is much stronger in my mother tongue. Our first episode will be about revealing the true facts of our nickname the Mad Swedes, our insanity label. A label I not long ago got questioned about, how can you who fall asleep at 10 in the evening be insane in any kind of way?

Watermelon only laughed, and I joined. Just like the good old times.

The first 7 words of that show will make the nation call their friends and family, and from those 7 words the listening number will be raced from 1 million to 6. You know I am trustworthy.




"But yeah, me and Danielle, I feel like she’s gonna be my friend for life." (x)

The beauty in this picture is overwhelming

I tear up thinking about them. Seeing them acting just makes my day. They look like me and they are doing great things.

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Still I want to be your lady..

I never thought I would be the kind of friend who got her friends coming over to her to get advice on how to dismiss a boy tactfully.

Written form is the only way I am full-fledged in the diplomatic sector.

So here I was dismissing a 52 year old man, a man my girlfriend knew she would have to meet again, so being direct with no possibility to misunderstand but still keeping it kind was of great importance.

I would agree if you told me  that is my best sector.

The reason for my consent would be that I know I can be really mean, and each time I am, I will be mean to a person with purpose which is even worse. I will let my words flow without thought - just current feeling. I know myself well enough to know when I am about to take a step too far. I also know it only happens when I let the feeling take a hold of me without thinking twice about the chosen words.

The only moments the sentiment ‘regret’ hits me.

So therefor, I would personally say being purposely nice to someone is easy. I am practising being nice to people everyday. I am practising giving my apology each time I fail through. 

Choosing your words carefully - oh, isn’t that the artform they call writing.

I am grateful that I got to help her out tonight. Thanks to all the, whoever made me good at this, for making my techniques in the process of dismissal to no longer be a process. Just a simple flow of words that will make you get the point quick but as soft as a cotton wrapped knife. 

Over and out. 

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“Vincent van Gogh”, by John Peter Russell, 1886.
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