The naked emperor
The wall is pitiless, a desert anarchy, a ceremony of waste. Let’s not be innocent, let’s not pretend it’s not about the country, it’s not a holy monument. It’s just […]
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The city of loquacious walls
Where craziness of dreadful dreamy doors were sprouting brimstone braille for passing clowns, and tape recorders sold in flower stores, were filled with netherworldly unknowns sounds: amazing music with an […]
what’s whispered from the withered walls – sonnet
hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost your hellish hallows from those hateful doves infected – nesting similar to ghosts one day I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 