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Innocent When We Dream (But Fuck It, We’re Rain Dogs)

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on December 28, 2012

boyhoodWednesday, 26th December 2012. Stavanger.

at night we go to Cardinal, the biggest beer bar in Norway, to kiss Christmas goodbye. some of the women are unbelievable. there’s a Romanian girl who looks like a Russ Meyer starlet. E tries to talk her up, but gets shot down. A is an honest girl, and tells him he should try the old “hi, I’m a multimillionaire”-line. he strikes out again,

and we leave into the darkness of the Norwegian night. we’re middle aged and cast off and dying in the cold rain like dogs who’ve lost their way home. we’re rain dogs, goddamned rain dogs, but we’re innocent when we dream.

we’re rain dogs, but fuck it

come on

we’re innocent when we dream.

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  1. hobokollektiv said, on December 29, 2012 at 3:32 PM

    “Running through the graveyard / we laughed my friends and I / we swore we’d be together / until the day we died” (ol’ man Tom W.)

    We’re middle aged & dying a little each day on these adventurous night rides. We drown in the blues. We smoke to remember & drink to forget. We’re innocent when we dream until the day we die. But we are alive. So damn alive, buddy. And still dreaming. Always dreaming!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on December 30, 2012 at 3:41 PM

      ay, Fritsch, we smoke to remember and drink to forget – how true! guys like us – we’re not shady guys in search of a sunny place – we’re innocent and lost in the cold rain and we smoke to remember and drink to forget, pal! we smoke to remember and drink to forget!

      stay alive, Fritsch! stay in the saddle!


  2. MT said, on January 1, 2013 at 1:28 PM

    Yezz we are 🙂

    Så nydeleg du var som liten Mr, trur kanskje, om eg hadde trefft deg tilfeldig på gata, at eg skulla ha funne att trekka dine og sagt “Hei, Mr Knutsvik,kjekt å sjå deg og endeleg få gitt deg ein ordentleg marieklem ” 🙂
    Bilda og orda du formidlar til oss viser at du slett ikkje er så værst no heller 🙂

    Godt Nytt År!

    • Knutsvik said, on January 1, 2013 at 5:38 PM

      ayayay, MT, haha, eg var ikkje gamle guten i -72, og eg trur ikkje eingong gamle mamma-K kjenner sonen sin att no:D


      Godt Nytt År, til deg og Marie!

      Hepp, og nyttårsbesos på deg!

  3. z ... said, on January 4, 2013 at 1:09 PM


    Sweet Regards from Hong Kong
    Airport MK, I so love Asia,
    must be my Grandfather
    wish I were out in the Dark


  4. z ... said, on January 4, 2013 at 1:19 PM


    Ops my Grand Grand…
    to much Opium and Champagne


    • Knutsvik said, on January 4, 2013 at 8:27 PM

      ay, Zamoysky, Those Deep, Dark Asian Nights And The Ghost of An Adventurous Grandfather Looking Over One’s Shoulder On A Much Too Short Stopover In The City Of Hope And Dreams And Dance And Death And Despair And Malaria Maladies And Champagne Dresses And Opium Nights, ay, Zamoysky, Kisses In The Champagne Night …..

  5. z ... said, on January 16, 2013 at 11:02 AM


    Utterly fabulous Day
    And many juicy Returns
    May your Journey be sweet
    Innocent and magic MK


    • Knutsvik said, on January 17, 2013 at 12:14 AM

      ay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, I Thank Thee And I Kiss Thee!

      My Day Has Been A Day Of Hard Work And International Travels, But I Finally Made It Home And Am Ready To Face The Magic Of Night, Again, Zamoysky, I Thank Thee And I Kiss Thee!

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