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Hora-Madonna komplex

“Loves Loves not”

Still under construction, but I’m happy with it so far.

Sketchbook drawings

Color test – no 1, markers

This is me when I was 15. Or 14… Asch, it doesn’t really matter exactly how old I was… I was younger than I am now.

And I was in love with B.

Madly in love. Like a constant pressure on my chest. A constant pain through my teenage years.

I would have done anything for him. Anything. I’d have cut off one of my arms if he needed it for something, removed my uterus with a scissor if that would have been to his pleasure,

I’d even have killed another human being for him…

Anything.

Lucky he never asked me… might have regretted that whole “cut-off-my-arm”-thing in retrospect…

Anywayzzz, as you can easily deduce, this is one page of a *longer story. And it will eventually end up in Kolik förlags Novellett-utgivning.

*That 26-pager I told ya’ll about the other day… Yes, apparently it was good shit.

Paranoia

Him: It feels so right with you. You’re the best in every way. I just want you and nobody else.

Me: mmm… (There’s something fishy about this… He hasn’t asked me to change a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Hasn’t even complained about my unshaven legs.)

panel 2

me: why does he say that? Is he a con-man? hm? But I don’t have any money to swindle… nah… Compulsive liar maybe… Or an axmurderer! but… why hasn’t he murdered me yet then? Waiting for the right moon fase maybe. Yeah… that’s it. the right moon fase to hack up his victim.

Him: You haven’t said anything. What are you thinking?

Me: NOTHING! Just listening to you!

Panel 2

Me: (fuck. I said that way too loud… like screamed it. Is he reading my thoughts now? Fuck. Of course he can’t read my thoughts… or maybe?!)

Back at work AGAIN!!! WIIIHOOOOUW!!!

I’ve written a 26-page comic. It’s losely sketched and veeery newborn. I’m gonna re-read it tomorrow to see if it’s good shit or not. It’s probably good shit considering the authors previous work… In other news I’ve met a man. A good man. Might even be the best man ever.  Puss på re. <3

home is in your arms

Until saturday I will be chillin in Stockholma, the city of justice, the city of peace, the city of lööööve. I don’t think I’ll be able to update bloggio too much since I’m here to enjoy the sweetness of this lovely summer life… mmm… sweet sweet summer days… (I spent all day today out on my sisters balcony drawing just for fun and drinking coffe in the sun) 

So, don’t cry over me Argentina, the truth is I never left you.

And I will be back.

I am leaving. This is what I’m leaving behind.

Lizzie drew my portrait on a tabe.

If you can’t love me, couldn’t you at least worship me!!!

If I died now, I’d die happy. Gud vad jag är duktig!

What I draw without thinking

It’s time to leave. I’m sad. I stood looking out my studio-window and imagined myself opening that window, climbing out on to the windowsill, salty tears and the heavy summer rain streaming down my face, holding my pink umbrella high above me and then… just letting myself fall. Free fall straight into nothing.

Then I saw myself smashing to the ground. Blood, iesch… Pain?! aaasch… naw. Not my style.

En ordlek!

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