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Juledikt

Alle sammen synger med på julesangene

I disse juletider kommer disse trangene

Til å rope ut i kor, og gå rundt et tre

Ja, et grantre, som skifter navn til juletre

Vi roter i skap, loft og kjeller

Og tar med alt som teller

Og pynter det så fint vi bare kan

Og slikt gjør alle mann

Ja, i hvert hus, bod og skur

Der skal ingen gå rundt og lur

Alle sammen samles og

tar hverandres hender óg

Ja, nå kan alle synge med

For ingen skal føle seg alene

Varm gløgg og julemarsipan

Tetter alle årer, vi gir bare faen

Ja, det er bare å ta på seg seleklær

For i julen blir de tynne svær

Og de som tjukke er fra før

Kommer seg knapt nok inn ei dør

Ja, når jula setter inn, da skal maten glede

Både land og strand, oppe og nede

I det vidstrakte Norge, er

Det ingen rom for sorger

med dette ønsker jeg alle ei god jul

og om du skulle se en fugl,

ja, med fargen gul, så vet

du at det er ekte kjærlighet

God jul alle sammen!

Michael Antonio Sjonbotn

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Jeg introduserer herved begrepet "drømmeparalyse." Det er som søvnparalyse, men du er fanget i en drøm og kan ikke vekke deg selv, selv om du er i lett søvn og bevisst på det.

Myntet av

Michael Antonio Sjonbotn 20. desember 2024 ca kl 16:32

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I hereby coin the term "dream paralysis." It's like sleep paralysis, but you are trapped in a dream and can't wake yourself up even though you're in light sleep and aware of it.

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20. Des. 2024 around 4.32 in the afternoon

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Dikt og novelle i ett

(Dette er noe jeg skreiv og la igjen på et hotellrom)

Tirs. 17.12.24

Livet, hva kan man si? Døden følger etter uansett Man blir uglesett på verst tidspunkt Elling og Elise Furuseth Ett snodig par. Elling jobber med sin tidsmaskin i kjelleren Diamanten skinner igjennom Vinduene til soverommet Ingen går mer igjen Husker absolutt alt

Til den som måtte finne dette God jul

-Michael Antonio Sjonbotn

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A world class Freudian slip!

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Lucifer sat across the table, staring back at me... and I asked him for a cigarette. He smiled and said of course. Let's go and smoke together. Lucifer took on his brown leather jacket from his chair next to where he was sitting. We stepped outside into the dark and cold winter night. It was mid November. A tale of Lucifer and Jebediah.

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Am I smarter than a 5th grader? Let’s find out!

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10 posts!

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The Tragic Life of a Time Traveling Wimoy

A Wimoy at the Start of the Line Just Created at the Beginning of Everything Where will Wimoy end up, absolutely no one knows Or will they ever know, for the trip has barely begun

Their life is tragic because they are immortal and must withstand all time and see no end They exist in all aspects of time, past, future and present Let me introduce you to Wimoy, he is right here with me now

He is a Small Fellow with a Bowler Hat And dressed in a smoking with a Cigarette hanging from his mouth, and his brand is Marlboro Red

And just like that! Now you know And he will never leave Your side Follow you from birth til Death

Created by: Michael Antonio Sjonbotn

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Hey.

QuaLab Inc. Umbrella is wet. Whet my appetite. Appetite for reconstruction.

Help me Jaws!

The keystone is lost. Lost in a whirlwind yesterday!

Alarm is mrala. Leave me be. Laugh and become laughable!

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The Wimoy of Timely Edge

The Wimoy stepped out of time and had a cigarette at the edge of time. There is nothing more to see. Nothing more that can be done from my point of view. I am looking forward to have a cigarette in the morning with my best friend! And also enjoy a salted caramel iced coffee! I am on the top of the world when I can relax and talk and smoke like there is no tomorrow. See you then!

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Cosmic Ride

Come on my ride! Together we shall fly, alright! Across the world Till we find a girl

The World is Forever Falling And I am ever so youthful, stalling A star comes down once in a while And all I can see is the flow of time

Time is up, make your choice! The Inventor of Time is Dead What is left to do, but rest my head I hear from the attic a very strange noise

A space ship in my living room Right next to my Time Machine Where will it take me, where will I go? No one really knows until they've tried

Cosmic Home, I settle in, and come along Let us all come together to sing a song The reality of tomorrow are our dreams tonight Sleep on it and have a pleasant ride, alright?

Michael Antonio Sjonbotn

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