Blogg nearly 1200 of creasy ness!?

 Just take a couple of  hours to look back to all thought j have witten in my blogg since my first written word in year 2009. O my Good! Started as fotboll reporter in asculated to be a revolution man and written my thought to be one blogg to save the earth gla , bla bla. 

Retired since 2018, older then neigbour next door, but happier then people living and who will living in the future. ( my thought)

But never say ever, world maybe been better, with me lay backm 7 feeth down under!  Regs Hasse S !

How dear you!?

 My time is your time, next time would perhaps never exctise! Just  crazy. me back in world town are a sucsees and let me tell you thath j am steel alive!

Please, let mee say, many shit come out from me tounght, trow or foultght in written word is your remembers.. Good bless me?

But Corona are not my girl, She is  a lady how j never wnt to meet

Pls bee adress to this dirthy ones!  /Smirre !

Message to Kosti

: Marketplace

How dear you talk in this way

J Wash my hand in moody wather J Wash my hand inthe moody sea etc etc etc, who in the world would you woone talk to me!

Deep as your as my opinion is you gonne wreong way..................... fleetwood mac....

keep  me hang around  and tommorow i might meet brother Kosti,and the day after tomorrow. Always freindship / Sporten Smirre!

stil alive and for every they weaker!

Long ago when j was written one story, Just one year when j was 1700 miles just away from home town, j beeen written a little bit of my life!
Just be a hanger around a retired man,and no one will ever remined me-

J was not close to greta, but j was whan of those in my blogg, who says Climate for our future depended on crazy plane. it dosent if we treat our on planet very well

say hellow to the world, everybody dancing, factory of dirt is closed, back to 40ths and jazz took anytime to tommorow-

Sadle down old boy, yesterday will for ever remind of yesterday / Rgds Sporten smirre!

Gammel bil till skrot!

Så mångla känslor, så många mil, så många dagar o inget liv!
Aldrig tv o radio,känslornas ! våg eller skål

Ge mig, ge mig allt, innan solen blir kall.
Svälj din sorg i göteborg !/ HWS

Var dig själv, var Svensk, för vad f-n är världsmedborgare!

Så många tårar för att pengar, betyder mer en två bögkramar, o så många tårar att en pistol betydelse är inte värd eget döds straff. F.n trött på knark, finns endå inget bättre, F-ck You o livet blir bättre!

Ovanstående ord, glöm o glöm! Men även om jag vill skriva dem grova, finns det hopp, men vi måste krossa alla grova droger nu, innan de tär  för sent!

För  ett fritt Land o mig som President!


Mvh Sporten Smirre !