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Her er en post jeg lavede den 4. Februar 2023 – Jeg ved ikke hvor godt den oversættes til dette her format.

  • Skærm Følelse

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What is a Skærm Følelse?

(Screen feeling)

(This post features the sun in the upper right hand corner)

Last year a boy wrote me and said that he had just been institutionalised and that he thought that maybe I could relate and we talked a bit. He said that he also had skærm følelsen (the screen feeling).


I never had to explain to him what a skærm følelse was, he just got it.

Sun 1


I made a song 5 years ago that no small bandcamp label wanted to publish because it had a sample of a guy falling to his death in it (it’s okay he didn’t die and it’s fine). But he thought he was going to die and apparently that was just too much.

But I was talking to this person who really liked it last year. And I don’t really care if it never got published as long as it reached the right people. It was for them all along.


That’s how I feel about Skærm Følelse – some people will simply make contact with it

I feel so bad for those who can’t make contact. I know that they won’t even feel bad about it but I just wish that I could show them.

1) university absolutely rotted my brain

2) everything needs to be simple understandable sentences

3) everything needs to be coherent and free of tautologies and contradictions

4) these people want to tear apart beautiful sprawling sentences with boolean algebra

5) these people have never felt anything

6) these people hate living

7) they live long dull unreflected lives

8) they will never walk across town in the middle of the night to fuck a boy in a skirt

9) they have never heard the voice of god

I had a name before Skærm Følelse that was much more intense. I chose Skærm Følelse because I am a coward.

Sun 2


Every anime girl is a message. I’m doing a music video right now where I have to draw anime girls hundreds of times and it have never felt better.

I have never finished a real project before, which makes me feel sick.


There’s a library in town that want to exhibit the music video even though it’s not even done (one of my friends made it happen). They have a big screen in the middle of one of the rooms that will play it over and over again. It feels so pointless, like speaking a language to someone who doesn’t understand it.

Would any of them even be able to connect?

1) It’s okay if you’ve never heard the voice of god

2) don’t make it my problem that you haven’t

3) how much can you feel?

Sun 3



from Music


Nah – Mortal Glitch (bandcamp link)

The fact that cultural experiences are no longer strongly tied to decades has naturalized the postmodern tendency to cut up and rearrange according to influence without geographic or temporal boundaries. looking at the contemporary plunderphonic influence of vapourware, and the crate digging of hip hop, as well as the pure iconoclasm of avant-garde jazz and improvised noise, it would make sense that in the depths of the internet age there would be the emerging and development of music taking influence from all these milieus. Nah’s creative development has had them drifting between these categories exploring the space between brotzman’s machine gun octet and death grips’s no love deep web, on “mortal glitch” nah finally strikes gold finding several moments of deep inspiration, including several stand out collaborations with rapper cities aviv…



from amok


go there and you will find custom launchers, like the file `noisebob.dekstop´

[Desktop Entry]
Exec=thunar /home/amok/noisebob

if you need to have your own category for any reason, you must edit ~/.config/menus/

very easy

further editing in ~/.config/xfce4/panel/whiskermenu-1.rc


from Music

Astrel k – Flickering i

U.K. Art-slacker group Ulrika Spacek frontman Rhys Edward released this jacobs ladder of a solo record in 2021 on the stereolab associated label duophonic super 45’s, assembling several years of meticulous recordings, although packing slightly less of an emotional punch than 2018’s “suggested listening ep”, Rhys shows a much wider tonal palate and delivers each bar of the album with confidence and intentionality, recommended listening 👂


from Music

Arovane – sinter (laaps records 2023)


On arovane’s sinter they command an expert use of texture and pacing in their production, the sounds have a physicality that gives the record a sense of body; each of the tracks evokes a time and place… like sitting in the back of a car watching rain run down the glass.


from terriblenews

TERRIBLE NEWS is Thomas Graham and Dennis.


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#TerribleNews #NotTheBeatles #shitcore


from afa


KAKKELINKA pours coffee into a cup and adds milk. PAPSE enters the kitchen.

PAPSE: (picking up the cup) Paffel geb beb? Peppilep krakbæv lollepolka bøppe plom.

KAKKELINKA: (defensively) Pak, snakke. Pølse proplok nul nul akmasse møppe.

PAPSE: (irritated) Kaksa. Karmel pellepep nakke bap snegle?

KAKKELINKA: (angrily) Jep, deppe snakblok! Pappelpinke pik blomme speltmel ak prøvekost!

PAPSE: (yelling) Naksi, bakkedal mok sprødko mama! Mek plemspand makkemak pu bobbel-snot!

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) Pepsi orker klemmesang dak peppe blingpap! Pap trøffeldunk bæbe los!

PAPSE slams the cup on the counter, shattering it.

PAPSE: (seething) Rolle tis, åh. Glem passer akkimami peppe. Pak lakkefråds.

PAPSE storms out of the kitchen, leaving KAKKELINKA standing there in shock.

KAKKELINKA: (to herself) Pakkeleg taffegaffe?


from afa

She is dressed poorly and she is having a conversation with herself about which type of tea to drink, she hates coffee. the conversation switches between happy, dramatic, joyful and full of dead and existential crisis.


BANKOALLE, a disheveled woman in her mid-50s, stands in her cluttered kitchen, wearing a mismatched outfit of sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. She stares at her collection of tea bags, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (happy) Oh, I think I'll have a nice cup of chamomile today. It's so calming and soothing.

She picks up the chamomile tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind.

BANKOALLE: (dramatic) No, wait. I need something stronger. Something with more flavor and intensity.

She puts the chamomile tea bag down and starts to rummage through her tea collection, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (joyful) Ah, yes! Earl Grey. It's so elegant and refined.

She picks up the Earl Grey tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind again.

BANKOALLE: (full of dread) What's the point? Why even bother? Life is meaningless.

She drops the Earl Grey tea bag and starts to stare blankly out the window, lost in an existential crisis.

BANKOALLE: (to herself) Why do we even bother with these little things? Drinking tea, dressing up, trying to be happy? We're all going to die anyway.

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, trying to snap out of it.

BANKOALLE: (shaking her head) No, no, no. I can't think like that. I have to stay positive.

She picks up a green tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind once more.

BANKOALLE: (paranoid) Wait, what if the green tea is poisoned? What if someone is trying to kill me?

She drops the green tea bag and starts to pace nervously around the kitchen, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (paranoid) I can't trust anyone. Not even myself. I have to be careful.

The kettle starts to whistle, interrupting her thoughts. BANKOALLE jumps, startled, and then takes a deep breath.

BANKOALLE: (to herself) Okay, okay. I'll just make some tea and try to relax.

She pours the boiling water over a plain black tea bag, and takes a sip, looking momentarily content before her expression once again turns to one of worry.

BANKOALLE: (whispering to herself) But what if this is just a distraction? What if I'm missing something important?

She takes another sip of her tea, lost in thought as the camera fades to black.


from afa


KAKKELINKA pours coffee into a cup and adds milk. PAPSE enters the kitchen.

PAPSE: (picking up the cup) What is this? You put too much milk in my coffee again.

KAKKELINKA: (defensively) No, I didn't. That's the perfect amount of milk.

PAPSE: (irritated) It's not. Can't you ever get it right?

KAKKELINKA: (angrily) I always get it right! You're just being impossible to please!

PAPSE: (yelling) No, you're not listening to me! I want less milk in my coffee!

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) You always find something to complain about! I'm tired of it!

PAPSE slams the cup on the counter, shattering it.

PAPSE: (seething) That's it, I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving.

PAPSE storms out of the kitchen, leaving KAKKELINKA standing there in shock.

KAKKELINKA: (to herself) What just happened?


from afa


PAPSE is on the phone, pacing back and forth. BANKOKALLE's voice is heard from the other end of the line.

PAPSE: Can you believe it, BANKOKALLE? KAKKELINKA misplaced another cup in the kitchen cupboard! It's like she's doing it on purpose to drive me crazy.

BANKOKALLE: (on the phone) Maybe it was just a mistake, PAPSE. You know how forgetful KAKKELINKA can be sometimes.

PAPSE: (rolling her eyes) It's not just the cup, BANKOKALLE. KAKKELINKA never helps out around the house, and she's always leaving her stuff lying around.

As PAPSE continues to gossip, KAKKELINKA enters the room and overhears the conversation.

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) How dare you talk about me like that, PAPSE! You're always complaining about everything I do.

PAPSE: (defensive) I'm not complaining, KAKKELINKA. I'm just venting to BANKOKALLE.

KAKKELINKA: (angry) It's not just this one time. You're always criticizing me and never appreciating anything I do.

PAPSE: (frustrated) Well, maybe if you actually did more around the house and paid attention to where things go, I wouldn't have to complain all the time!

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) I can't believe you! You're so ungrateful, PAPSE. I do so much for this household, and you don't even notice.

PAPSE: (yelling back) That's not true, KAKKELINKA! You're the one who never acknowledges all the things I do for us.

KAKKELINKA: (angrily) I don't have to acknowledge anything. It's my house too!

PAPSE: (fuming) Fine, if that's how you want to be, then maybe we should just go our separate ways!

KAKKELINKA: (agitated) Maybe we should, PAPSE! I can't stand being with someone who doesn't appreciate me.

PAPSE: (firmly) Fine! Then it's settled. We're done.

As PAPSE continues to talk on the phone, KAKKELINKA snatches the phone out of her hand.


KAKKELINKA hangs up the phone and looks at PAPSE.

KAKKELINKA: (upset) I can't believe you would talk about me like that, PAPSE. You're supposed to be my friend.

PAPSE: (ashamed) I

'm sorry, KAKKELINKA. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just venting and I didn't realize you were there.

KAKKELINKA: (sighs) It's not just this one time, PAPSE. I feel like you're always criticizing me and never appreciating anything I do. It hurts my feelings.

PAPSE: (regretful) I know, and I'm sorry. I do appreciate you, KAKKELINKA. I just don't always express it.

KAKKELINKA: (tearfully) It's just that I feel like I'm not enough for you, PAPSE. Like everything I do is wrong.

PAPSE: (comforting) That's not true, KAKKELINKA. I love you just the way you are, quirks and all. I'll try to be more appreciative in the future.

KAKKELINKA: (smiling through tears) Thank you, PAPSE. I love you too.

PAPSE and KAKKELINKA embrace, both feeling relieved that they were able to clear the air and work through their issues.



from afa


PAPSE is standing in front of the kitchen cupboard, looking frustrated. KAKKELINKA enters the room.

KAKKELINKA: Hey, what's wrong?

PAPSE: What's wrong? This is wrong! (points to the cupboard) You put the cup in the wrong place again!

KAKKELINKA: (confused) What cup? What wrong place?

PAPSE: (exasperated) The cup I always use for my morning coffee! It's supposed to be on the top shelf, on the left side, right next to the sugar jar! But you put it on the bottom shelf, on the right side, behind the cereal boxes!

KAKKELINKA: (apologetic) Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was such a big deal.

PAPSE: (frustrated) It is a big deal! I need my coffee in the morning to start my day, and I don't have time to search for it every time!

KAKKELINKA: (trying to be helpful) Well, why don't you just move it to a more convenient spot yourself?

PAPSE: (angry) Because I shouldn't have to! We agreed on where things go in the kitchen, and you keep messing it up! It's like you don't care about me or our home!

KAKKELINKA: (defensive) That's not true! I do care, but sometimes I forget or make mistakes. It's not like I'm doing it on purpose.

PAPSE: (calming down a bit) I know, I know. But it's just frustrating when it happens over and over again. Can we please try to be more consistent with where we put things?

KAKKELINKA: (nodding) Sure, I'll try my best. And I'm sorry for causing you stress.

PAPSE: (smiling) Thanks, I appreciate it. And sorry for getting so worked up over a cup.

KAKKELINKA: (laughing) It's okay, I understand. It's the little things that can drive us crazy sometimes.

PAPSE and KAKKELINKA hug, and the tension dissipates.



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AMOK lige her, live fra nilsmachine. Jeg hedder internt og vil gerne online, sådan rigtigt!!!



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