I solemnly swear that I, for the purpose of saving beautiful words for the afterworld, will use the following words at least three times during the next twelve months:
Spatula
Percolator
Defenestration
If possible, in one and the same sentence…
Corn starch + water + impulse
Let me know when you get it!
Mind blowing. Really.
Greed and egoism turn him introvert
To the point where he turns himself inside out
And displays his messy inside
Hardly red, but black
Forza Svezia!
Survey after survey…
Investigation after investigation…
They all tell the same story:
The Swedish police is incapable of solving crimes.
Burglaries.
Economic crime.
Murders.
They might as well advertise to traffickers, drug dealers and homicidal psychopaths “Come to Sweden – Playground for the cunning entrepreneur”
Room for improvement? Obviously.
Signs of improvement? The opposite:
Fined: the guy that honked his horn at an undercover policeman who had parked his car like a jerk. And kids who practice file sharing.
Perversion.