And soledes i felt i hat too...

I have chosen to make a google translatifikation of my digts, so here goes:

''A carpet of metalhøjtravende spire
many go to the ball
dressed in broken lir

This is cellefoner
forgotten by children
loss of wives
picked up by an eagle
and ended up as atoms

in this promised land away
each one scraped simcard-tooth
live and your snakkebox
when it is sent to coke

in all types and forms
with antennas and flap
they thrive without standards
and takes care often a little nap

This is where mobiles retire
Such take-offs is their infinite realm
and here they are dancing
forever and always

and before sleeping
sums they all
sums on soft female voices
and shouting boy roar
the old talk aunts
and tire sellers

before the flaps in the lid
or turn off the screen
so that the back zapping
to time
when it was the world's voice
an audio center
one hogwash cacophony

I've had a pressure life
on my stomach you've squeezed
in joy, in sorrow
every button you press
and tampered with my inner
but I have persevered
I'm your little pocket companion
and I know every secret you have spoken''

And some others

''Farewell Letter to the ædte hours
For each determination, the listing
about reality
about how real it is
I lose confidence in the reality
it is actually

A thought magnet
one ahead without veils, which continues
wide and on all sides
turned off in sleep
but drowned in dreams, persecuted
of the lost brain

They have resisted the paper
forced out of keys, and squeezed
as an oily paste
on the luminous panel

Leaves marks wherever I go
scratching the table where I bite
and in my black box, squeaks cross blending
the wound that never heals
- But mostly because I always pills in the crust

Forget soon as the peace
taste of peace of mind, and apathy
it's my little companion, an ugly one
and when I drown in saturated gases
human gases, the social nature
then scrunch it - and it keeps

I have only one choice
although it is a paradox
but the illusion of a decision
make the idea palatable, spiced with conflict

Little friend, crawl out of my arm
sneaking through my veins, with ferocious eyes
wrap my mouth around your neck
acid lists from your mouth
and so I turn to, I strangle you and you infidels twitches
Your fish mouth, your acidic universe
you are a repetition, a shrewd anxiety
and slide out of my arms
even though you are just a thought pattern, so I feel it
briefly, are you refuge
in my stomach, with my brain
but there is no home
my brain is lost
and your living substance is burned out

Scratching Brands is your only memory, and regulatory markets
stings still, your sum
whispers from the papers carried by journals
their diverse nature

I know you never existed, and still do not
You are lost in the flow, and never returns
- As long as I do not think of you''

And some more

''Just like a laptop should be
Just like a laptop should weigh

Shaved in the bath the creature
The magazine on the table in the box
Bleed into the blender with the other
Best books with gold
Runny gathered in burqa, a black

Just like a laptop should be
Just like a laptop should weigh''


'' Small negro
back bar
bristle with bum
it is ready

much ado
turn and turn
many children they will have
the staple treatment is so raw

wandering alone on gadesti
eat a small mushrooms tab
Negro is a skarn
a poor little boy child''


'' Small monkey sitting on branch
his butt was not clean
bad hunter came by
corpse dragged the path

monkey with a butter and salt
it can really go wrong frygtlig
as monkey is not nice
but little food is ready''


'' Little pig in the air hangs
gas in the stomach, belly bursts
splattered out of four spiers
button so happy without bling''

I hopes u has enjoyed.