How to work

The hours seem to take a solid shape.
Staying up is mostly painful.
It used to be my escape.
However,
now it is mostly painful.
The minuts become power.
I know when everything should be.
My schedule is based upon the hour.
However,
I am not a captive or a slave.
The hours point me in the right direction.
It is not warmth.
I can take control to create perfection.
It does not make me cold.
It is work.

When you wish upon a star

The land by the sea, or how to dance the Purk

Children are marvellous. They carry so much of our selves that we feel like we are crowding them, and at the same time they are supposed to grow into their own person and still keep our parts. It is a wonder that they do not explode.

After the birth of their first child, Maywise, the King and Queen rejoiced and danced. The Queen did not dance as such, but she moved her arms and shouted "Oh! Oh!" whenever the King wanted to express his joy through dance. They were very relieved when their beautiful child was delivered to their home since they had been waiting for a long time and almost thought about calling the post office about if their first born had been misplaced. But nonetheless she arrived in the arms of a beautiful ebony-skinned woman who said she had wandered upon their child one day and felt that she wanted to deliver her personally. They thanked her with gold and rubies but she declined and got on her tricycle and peddled back to wherever she came from in a hurry.
So the King and Queen took care of a little girl and they named her Maywise because of her infinite number of wonderful and alluring questions and thoughts. They did not always see wisdom in their daughters future, but maybe it was something even better. They spoiled their daughter, but she did not care. Maywise never questioned her parents way of caring for her, she only received and lived her life.
Maywise would one day grow up to become a wonderful woman, and later a rather unusual man, but there were many days left until those would knock on the door and until then the King and Queen looked upon their first-born and they knew it would be an adventure.

The many uses of Poop

The Land by the Sea

Or

How to Dance the Purk

The world will never change. People try their best to have dignity, and the biggest part of it they succeed. Sitting up straight to look taller, using high and mighty words to seem more intelligent, choosing clothes carefully so no one will look down on you. And at the same time it is very strange that this whole world that we try to maintain, this dignified and adult world can come crashing down with just simple words. Poop.

“Buzz buzz.”

“What?” The Queen looked bewildered at her friend Daisy.

“You work so hard.” Daisy crossed her arms and really made those four little words sound like a big insult.

“I AM the Queen. And I already told you that you should not have come today since I was going to bore you.” She did not even look up from her paperwork; she did not have time to be a friend today.

Daisy exhaled and shook her head, making the knot her hair was in untangle a bit and leaving her with a rather strange hairdo. Never mind. “I’ll go sit in your sofa until you’re done then.” Dragging her feet along, making it really sound like she was an injured dog that no one wanted to help, she threw herself in the darling red sofa.

A couple of minutes passed, and the Queen focused on writing letters to nobles and really made the words sound beautiful. Like a composition. A low squeak was heard from the sofa in the other side of the room. She froze. “What are you doing Daisy?”

“Entertaining myself. Don’t worry; I will try to be quieter.”

And apart from the occasional squeaking and cutting and rustle from paper, the Queen was not disturbed. A prickling sensation in the back of her neck made her then twitch. And again.

“Ouch!” She flipped around and she could see that Daisy was in the sofa maybe 4 meters away from her, but in her hand was something that could only be described as a long poking device. Many many pencils taped together and with a stabbing motion Daisy could poke the Queen from a distance.

“Come on! I need to work. Please don’t do this to me. Can’t you just be nice?”

“I am not sure if that is more fun for me.” A smirk in Daisy’s face appeared.

The Queen grabbed the poking device and broke it in pieces. “There.” She turned half around when she felt something stick to her hair. And again. And again. And Again. Small pieces of paper with Daisy’s saliva were thrown into the Queens hair. She slowly breathed out and then stood up and walked over to Daisy. “Fine, you win. What do you want to do? I’m all yours.”

Daisy looked at her, a rather puzzled look on her face now. She scratched her head. “What do you mean, What I want to do?” She got up and smiled a huge and wonderful smile at the Queen. Then she grabbed the Queens quill and personal seal and ran for the door. “I am already doing what I want to do!” She screamed and laughed hard as she got the Queen to run after her.



Written for an annoying friend that loves to push my buttons. (^____^)/

Plingeling by Tre saker och ett ting

The land by the sea,
or how to dance the Purk

"Are you ready for this journey? I'm sorry but you don't have a choice. Do the best you can and try to not spit on your neighbour."

The famous duo had once again come to the Kingdom. Soo many preparations used to be made before their arrival. They where famous, and they knew that everyone would obey their every need, so they had made a habit out of making the most riddiculus requests. A part of it was just to see how much they could get away with, but another part of it was that they really believed that they deserved this treatment. Feel like a star, and everyone will make it happen. But every year that they came to Purk they made up new requests, so the ones from last year where just stupid to remember since they would instead punish you if you tried to please them with an old rule. Siers had for many years tried to forsee what the duo would like to have, but they where forced to stop after the accident...
So the Kingdom of Purk just stopped preparing, because why would you want to make a three stories high porktower in advance if you only would have to set it on fire because it had the wrong pork? It was best for everyone to just listen and trying to avoid eyecontact. Some people just need special treatment, and other people are there to make it happen. We can't all get to live in a shoe-shaped tower with a garage in the left shoe lace. Deal with it.

Hello? Is this thing on?

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk
Have you ever tried to run away from yourself? No matter how hard you try, when you look over your shoulder, there you are again.

3-2-1-Go!
A new year has arrived in the land called Purk. A noise is filling the land. At first it sounds just like a whisper, but as the wind carries it, the noise gets stronger and stronger. But it's not a terrifying noise, it's just the kind of noise that lies in the background and makes your head ache after realising that that sound isn't normally something that should be there. But still, there it is. And then you try to get away from it, but no matter how many pillows you hide under, how much cotton you stuff in your ears or how intense you try to think of something else, there it is. Whispering, twirling, reaching into your core. The King shrugged off his covers and marched out to the balcony.
"Please stop." No answer.
"I said please." Nothing, again.
"My Queen!" The King shouted into the Queens ear. "You have been screaming for an hour now, I think the whole land has heard you. Can you please stop now?"
With an surprised and slightly satisfied look, the Queen turned around.
"Oh, my dear, there you are. I have been trying to get you to come out here for an hour, and finally you came."
With raised eyebrows the King tried to have an answer for what his wife had just said. Finding none, he just shrugged his shoulders and answered;
"I am sorry that I didn't get her faster, my love. Next time I will hurry much more."

chocolate cake

I can see something
It is really really really really reeeeeeaaaally small,
And I am not at all sure that it is real.
But somehow anyway I can see it,
Shining in the foggy day and night.
Wishing is silly, but this is not a wish
it is just a small feeling.
Growing, shrinking.
This has happened before.
Or was that something on tv?
Anyway,
I felt a tingle.
A mix between a laugh and eating a great chocolate cake.
But really small.

I am going to go out and try to find it again.
See ya!

Three of a kind, bird of a feather

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk

Dirt. People gotta love dirt. It surrounds the earth. Not a single soul can escape from it. If you run, it will only catch you sooner. You can use it for mud pies, or for making castles, soften your skin or throw at someone you want to tease with.

The royal two, the Queen and King walked back to their mansion after having put their horses back in the stables. They Queen loved the nature, and to see it from a horse was even better. The King... well he loved the Queen. Even after many years he had not been able to get rid of his fear of animals. Nothing wrong with animals, but they are so unpredictable and they jump and they seem to want to say a lot of things through biting and scratching. But he did love the Queen, and she had made him chose three animals that he were forbidden from saying no to if she wanted him to come. He had chosen horse, turtle and penguin hoping that her Highness never would get any of them. He was wrong. The next day four baby penguins had taken over the bathroom and even though they had gotten their own room after only a week, the King still had nightmares about them jumping out when he went to the loo.
"You were better today." The Queen smiled at her husband.
 "I were?" The King high fived himself in the back of his mind.
"Yes, I could barely see you sulking. You are getting better at pretending to like things for me."
"Oh..."
The Queen leaned over to the King and kissed him. "Thank you."