Ill it is


This is insane. To contaminate my mattress like this is insane. The spots are from two spots aI found on my bed sheet, presumably blood, presumably made by a female during sexual intercourse, of which aI have no knowledge, and which aI have pointed to in two blog posts on Blogg Prixnix, in Norwegian. Ai sprayed the spots with Chlorine added sope, and added salt to the then wet spots, and this is the result under the bed sheet. The light is an ordinary candle light, the paper is an ordinary white paper in A4 format, and the bed sheet beneath the mattress is in light blue grey colour. Ai bought the mattress anew last summer. And the darkening of it varies from place to another.

And even if it is insane, presumably given me for to create a feeling of helplessness, dirtiness, powerlessness in my surroundings, to identify with as a poor one, it is so evil it cannot escape judgement. How dare people enter my apartment without my permission. How dare people change things in my apartment. How dare people, of which aI have no knowledge, and with which aI am in no situation, attack me.



The way it goes

fbtmdnThe last couple of days, Satan has obviously mobilized. Ai have a bit of pain in my chest, a tiny scar on my thumb, a worn out body and a head which feels like it has been through a drying machine. Ai wonder if aI ever will be able to make music again. Obviously, God let the painful impact be resisted before that, for a while. And obviously the impact was strengthened a hundred times or so, and for that reason the last days have been terrible. Head ache. Ai have fought, in my mind, and aI have prayed, and by now it seems like Satan is dead by the beginning of the evil work. And right now, aI pray to the good Lord, that this counts for any one of the chosen ones. May there be no more ridiculing.

This is really bad


You world … Satan is, for no reason, really mad at me. This thing, made of tin, was in order when my mother had it, and it was in order when aI put it in my cellar after her death in 2009. It is a memory from my father’s home, that is, from my childhood.

Ai wonder what has been taken away from me. It is awkward, since such things are valuables. The commandment is clear: Thou shalt not steal. And when Jesus said we should collect treasures in Heaven instead of possessing material worth, he said nothing about valuing one’s family, one’s heritage, one’s life. And being so, that you will decide what another person should value, is to anyone a bit awkward, don’t you think? Ai mean, one must be a Satan to argue for it.

What more to do on Trixnix

2019-01-15What more is there to do on Trixnix? Of work, aI mean?

First of all, the creation must be checked. Satan has made changes, and some destruction has been made. And that will be quite a job. Ai mean, there are thousands of poems, for example, on Trixnix, counting big and small. Secondly, Magnimix should be filled. For to do that, aI must be made aware of creations proper. Ai believe the look of everything is all right, on Trixnix, speaking of the overall impression. The comment sections of the Blogger blogs aI have not given much attention, though. And those should all be checked and made fine. By the way, there are no comments on Trixnix, anywhere, visible to me. And there might be a call for minor improvements on certain sites. For example, two small gif images were sabotaged on Small Smiley, and removed from the posts. Maybe it is possible to recover them. And more content could be added on Trixnix, of any form.

Doing something on Trixnix now seems futile, though. The situation must end, by which aI am controlled by Satan, and the creation must be secured before it is possible to do anything. Right now, Satan can do whatever Satan wishes on Trixnix, stopped only by common appeal, and whenever aI try to do something, the intensity of the torture of me increases, and the work is sabotaged. People must get rid of Satan, and make expressions of justice.

Being a little


Those glasses are ugly. And aI just had to buy them, to have as a statement and as a memory.

Ai insist on being a little, living by faith. Both my PC and my cell phone are manipulated upon, and sabotaged, and God knows what is in them, and aI keep them, without trying to secure them. There is continually planted evidence in my apartment, in my bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and elsewhere, and aI clean, and live on. Remedies aI buy to heal the wounds given me in my face are obviously changed with something with opposite effect, and aI throw them away, and buy new ones. My coffee is obviously poisoned by medicines, and aI throw it away, wash the equipment, and try once more. Ai am hypnotized, and obviously people can enter my apartment without me noticing they are here. Ai can smell them, occasionally. They can do whatever there is. And aI will not seal my apartment. Ai lock the door, to show how it is, and will not be cynical and manipulating by giving those people right. Ai keep all my valuables in the open, and will not find a way to secure them. And my silver was almost destroyed. And aI had a professional to clean it, and put it up again. Obviously some accuse me of being responsible for what they do. And aI don’t try to fight them in individual cases. Ai collect receipts, to show where aI have been, take photos, to show where aI have been, and think, and believe, Jesus Christ is the ruler of the world. There is no way Satan shall succeed making me unfaithful.

And today aI bought those blue spectacles, or spectaculars, as what they are. That blue movement is a complete failure. And the question is if today’s Satan really is flagged by it. To make a kind of being faithful is so stupid, one has reason to believe that. And those glasses will be a memory. And aI will maybe use them, occasionally, to show, Satan has no right on that lovely blue colour.

Right now

Unfortunately it is so, that remedies against wounds, such as disinfecting liquid, disinfecting ointment and moisturizing cream, are exchanged, in my apartment, with quite the opposite. So it seems, the wounds in my face never heal. And every day, there is planting of evidence, so that aI am quite occupied with getting rid of it. Ai wash my bathroom and kitchen daily, and that is nice, don’t you think? Ai feel, though, aI wash my bedclothes daily, also, and that is maybe not so nice. Right now, though, aI feel my apartment is safe. Ai am sitting with a lot of candle lights around me, aI am drinking fastfood capuccino, and something which appears to me to be a hit, being Smirnoff’s vodka and Lerum’s blåbærsaft. Lerum is a factory which makes lemonade, in western Norway. And blåbærsaft is lemonade (extract) made from the typical blueberry up north. You really should taste it. Absolute vodka is fine [14/2-2019: Ai was wrong; Absolute vodka is fantastic with blåbærsaft. See comment.], though, Smirnoff appears to be sharper, and that makes it. Ai wonder, by the way, if the look of that Smirnoff bottle says something about the Russian, or if it is just something historical. Anyhow, aI learned the other day, Smirnoff no longer is Russian, being produced in England, or whatever. Ai believe those people producing it should contact the majesty or the highest priestess in Russia, to hear, if the look of that bottle is convenient, anyhow. So, you see, aI am not that bad. Jesus takes care of me, and aI mean, what the heck. This cannot last. The problem is, aI am destroyed, right? Ai could have been something, to the world. And the world chose to sell itself to Satan, and to kill me, by deed. Well. One thing is quite for sure, and that is aI have no authority in this world. And that is good for my salvation, aI imagine, being no power. Incapacitated, is the word for it, and that is what aI am. Expect no help.

Institutions on internet

Ai am sitting perfecting the look of my SoundCloud profile. SoundCloud is a fantastic service, and aI am able to make everything really presentable. And with time, Ai belive, the SoundCloud look will become less challenging, and maybe even an option will be made for the developing of personal looking artist or composer profiles. That is what aI think. And aI think of WordPress. In WordPress one has an idea, about widgets, which is not fully developed. The service of WordPress one can consider to be only in its beginning, and it is exciting to think those people have ideas. And aI think of my experience with different services. And aI think of the popularity of certain services. And aI think of Statoil.