may your song always be sung

I had Gudni over during the weekend, which was strange but good indeed.
We were the coolest cats in Gautaborg; me showing him my dada almanac and he telling me stories about… was it Ginsberg? We had long days on the blanket in the garden, beer, Throbbing Gristle and hard liquor with Mamma. Friends and relatives.

Thanks for coming; i’ll see you around ;)