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But The Clouds Break After Half An Hour (Lær Deg Poledance)

Posted in D-LUX 5, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on May 12, 2013

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Saturday, 11th May 2913.

May’s been s a grey month in Bergen. it’s pouring down again today, and the light rail coaches smell like somebody’s pissed in them. it was just a matter of time before that happened, I guess, but the annual Nordic Media Days are in town, and both NRK and Rubicon have booked early tables at our place before the awards show later tonight and their schedules are so tight that I feel I should check in just to see that everything runs as it should. it does. it’s raining hard when they sit down to dine, but the clouds break after half an hour and when they leave there’s not even a drop of rain. the tv pictures outside Grieghallen look great.

Nedre Nygård is covered in pole dancing lessons posters. twenty years ago the posters would’ve been for the film society or some marxism study circle. the posters light up and look great against the grey brick walls. it was just a matter of time before the commies and the film geeks stopped pegging posters to walls and left it all to the babes instead, I guess.

it was raining hard, but the clouds broke and now there’s not even a drop of rain. the tv pictures look great.

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  1. z ... said, on May 12, 2013 at 11:49 PM

    ***

    Droplets of Blood

    *

    • Knutsvik said, on May 13, 2013 at 11:05 AM

      ah, yes, Zamoysky, crimson spots flung against the brick wall like blood from the killer’s knife, blood of young women sacrificed on the altar of some dark and deadly force, ay, Zamo, crimson spots flung against the wall …..

  2. hobokollektiv said, on May 13, 2013 at 9:06 AM

    Red on grey walls & a hint of women drives the rain over the borders of our own minds, buddy. They free our souls & let the beauty enter. The beauty right in front of us & these cigar smoke filled eyes of ours. The women all hot while the drinks are served cooled. That’s what life should be all about. This makes the difference, captein! Sweet life, buddy!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on May 13, 2013 at 11:13 AM

      ay, Fritsch, buddy – a touch of red and suddenly we’re a little taller, our shoulders a little broader, buddy, a touch of red and those babes dance in front of us as if there’s no tomorrow or no yesterday either, there’s just the babes and the booze and smoke in our eyes, buddy …..

      stay in the saddle, pal!

      Hepp!

  3. MT said, on May 16, 2013 at 10:03 PM

    Stanga er der, heng eit flagg i det og Hipp, Hipp Hurra. Fargekontrastane er finfine .:)

    “I feed you my love” syng Margaret berger nett no må melodyen og kanskje går Norge vidare….

    I morgon går Norge i iallefall, sola skal skine her hos meg, håpar ho skin hos deg også.God 17 mai.

    Marieklem

    • Knutsvik said, on May 18, 2013 at 10:18 AM

      ay, Marie, 17. mai kom og gjekk som han alltid har gjort, og i Stavanger var det grått og trist som det alltid har vore *ler*

      vel overstått!

      Hepp!

  4. Ivy Tavia C. said, on May 17, 2013 at 7:33 PM

    “Rouge Is It!” flawlessly just right… captivatingly framed “ARTSY” artistry very well put together.

    • Knutsvik said, on May 18, 2013 at 10:26 AM

      ay, rouge is it, Ivy, rouge is it!

      thanks girl, and shine on, diamond! shine on!

      Viva!


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