uge 19. han herreds smarteste landmand, kan både harve, pløje, sprede gylle, så & køre rende-graver, på samme mark, på en gang - og så er der snart dyrskue, men det bliver uden min (.)
- jacob sejersgaard-jacobsen
- May 4
- 7 min read
Updated: May 17









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evangelika cries out for help in the middle of the night,
while I'm at my most required, so I turn to the other side,
and never find out, if its me or bamse & kylling in the hood;
but if she cant go it home alone anyway, project mary will fail.
as she remains away for a couple of days, i dig up turf for 7 staud,
a bit of corbusier, and a narrow line of a little something to the mail.





I wake up the next day with a love bomb in the box,
and ask the fair speaker, if I got the right of response,
before I lift mi esther up, for an oldfashioned postcard,
and get busy with a dinner for 2, and that one, 3rd man,


if you do not clean up, relocate before winter smog season,
and reduce emf in the lived environment - you will be (blîp)

jeg forventer naturligvis, at mit boligselskab ryger helt op, at ringe over det her,
ligesom gåsen fra kås, er vant til 1.001 gæs, op af skorstenen, med baby-alarm,

hvergang det er forår - men det bliver lige til endnu en gang; priîinzen rôlle,
i sjæften på min schæfer, og de indfødte, her i vores land - hvor vi skal bo.
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du skal rejse nu, du skal rejse du, du skal rejse nu, du skal,
skride nu, du skal skride du, du skal skride nu, du skal -
fise af, du skal fise du, du skal fise af, du skal fise...
bum fallera, en krâge,
bum fallera, bam bum,
bum bum-fallera -
bum fallera, en krâge...
mvh;
forlags-direktøren.
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then she tells me she is going to counter-sue,
at family court, for a breach of confidentiality,
forgery due to that 0,12 modigliani font size,
and slâms the screen door, as she leaves for job.
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I wonder if we’ll meet again before the summon,
but take it, she will decline, yet a gestation period,
and so, I get ready for the next copulation phase,
with a mature, wild at heart - and ready for bûster.
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On my street, ‘95 outing cardboards are put up;
worse than yadi, yadi ya, yadi yadi ya, and yadi!
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late at night, she comes back in, and we spend several hours, clenched in a heated brawl -
as we disagree about ect & utility, of yet a quarter steady on the ready, for our next in line.




og spørger hende for aller-sidste gang, om hun vil med, på turen rundt om grønland,
fra bygd til bygd, når den gamle håndværker, har sparet op til sin næste tug-boat.
som sædvanlig lyder svaret over alliancens inter-com;
jimmie ! gd it.
chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck.
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så trækker slagteren sin kødhakker frem,
og begynder at synge; 3 little mice...
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