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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2003-09-22
This oldish poem by John M Ford makes me wish that I didn’t have a Moorcock blocking up the que. It produced the kind of feeling that I almost had to run across the room and rumage through the pocket-box and dig up some of his novels.
