D|o|G, 2018 | Ved overgangen til et nyt år gribes mennesker ofte af forventning og håb, men også af angst for det ukendte og nye. Salmedigteren Thomas Kingo skrev: “Lad tidens hjul omdrive, / lad veksle dag og nat, / men lad, o Gud, os blive / fast på dit hjerte sat!” Også D|o|G – Diaper of Glory – lader læseren fornemme det ophøjede og højtidelige øjeblik, hvor det Herrens år 2017 rinder ud, og 2018 sætter i gang med stigende kraft. Her giver digteren sin læser det stærke ord om forløsning og sejrrig kamp i det tilkommende år.
As the new year begins, the tickling in my penis intensifies
Nothing more than a tiny whisper of nuclear-filled poo and nothing less than a baboon-led crossfit robbery.
The new year has arrived, my post-modern neighbour is contemplating suicide, and I could not be more hungry.
I am kind of into rave music, but also hold a very strong and diabolical opinion against all genres of music.
Get off your soapbox, you piece of soap, you know you belong in a little box at an affordable price! “Thank your, Sir!” said the soap. The man declined the friendly handshake of the soap, as he could see neither soap nor hands.
I once won the lottery, if winning the lottery means getting raped in the jungle by people who claim to have worked for the FBI at one point in their life.
I have always wanted to be a train, ever since my train dad told me he wished he had kicked my brown chocolate ass out of here in the year zero/1995.
I gaze into the homosexuality of straight people, and all I see is the pentagram of Jutland.
Lala Lala LALA LALA LULA LILA ULA ULLA ULLLA ULLLLLLAAAA!
Please turn of or silence your life and make sure your phone is not on silent.
Kind regards/violent assault from Tage Frandsen’s best friend, Tage Frandsen.