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letting Zitha sniff and lead the way.
He stops for a few seconds and turns his face towards the black tops of the trees. A clear, starry sky hangs above them.
There were other people too. Back in his younger days. People who lived in the darkness. People who dared do things he never would. People who crossed lines. People with wild eyes and clenched fists. The Tjensvoll Gang.
Malene mustnât ever find out about this, he thinks. She must never know what her father was up to.
Heâs arranged to meet him at nine oâclock.
11. O LORD (Daniel William)
I came down here to fuck these girls
O Lord
I came down here to fuck all of these girls
O Lord
Cause I’m a bad man
Yes I’m a bad man
But I’m a real man
I came down here to kill these girls
O Lord
I came down here to kill all of these girls
O Lord
Cause I’m a bad man
Yes I’m a bad man
But I’m a real man
He’s not exactly a songsmith. But then neither are Dejan, Simon or Vegard. So he’s been responsible for the lyrics. They’re not particularly good, but that’s one of the ones he’s happy with, one of the ones that feels real.
Daniel remembers one time in third year when they had a writer visit the class, wow, like,
oh, so interesting, Mr Writer Dude, wow, did you really begin writing poetry when you were in second year? You read a thick book by a Russian writer, you say? Oh wow, Mr Writer Dude, I’m so impressed.
Makes no difference. No one hears what Simon is singing anyway.
But real.
The lyrics of that one song. At least they’re real.
Oh Lord.
Daniel checks the time again. 20:59
He often wakes up in the middle of the night, ready to burst he’s so aroused. He’ll wake up in the dark feeling like he’s lying in a cold cave far up in the mountains, where ancient water drips down around his naked feral form, where diseased bats sail above his ringing head, where long curtains of stone hang down through the darkness, where blood boils within those black lungs of his, lungs that look like stone furnaces, where indiscernible spears cut through the foul air now and then, spears glistening with silver and grease, where screams are to be heard, long-drawn-out screams, that begin with a faint, barely audible tinnitus in the distance, before growing and gushing towards him like heavy trains, like jets of pain, banging like bolts against his hearing. Then he knows who’s woken, the caveman, the stoneman, the ironman:
He just knows.
20:59
O Lord
A thousand million kilometres beneath the earth.
Sandra. Now.
12. THAT WAS KIND OF WEIRD (Malene)
Adidas Superstar.
It just felt kind of weird.
Malene places her dad’s shoes beside one another. The pair he likes best. She knits her brow. They’re worn out, those trainers. He ought to get himself a new pair. She’s told him. You ought to get a new pair of trainers, Dad. No, no, he said. The more worn in they are, the better.
Dad probably isn’t aware she does it. Every night. Places his shoes neatly beside one another. Tiril certainly doesn’t spot it. Her head is full of her own stuff. She probably hasn’t noticed that he has a pair he wears every day. White with black stripes.
There’s no other trainers I feel so comfy in, Dad says.
She gets to her feet.
Felt weird, that hug.
Malene has always been Dad’s girl. He has driven her to gymnastics six days a week and she’s always felt that he’s been hers. She’s always crept into his lap and felt it a safe place to be. It’s not the kind of thing you think about when you’re little, then it’s just children’s TV, pizza and Saturday treats, but one day you realise that you’ve always gone to Dad, without really knowing why. She’s heard it before: a Daddy’s girl. Tiril has said it often enough, that’s for sure: go on, run to Daddy.
That hug.
It might not be anything.
But. It
was
weird.
Something about the way he held her. Something about his breathing. He has been acting pretty strangely of late. She never
He stops for a few seconds and turns his face towards the black tops of the trees. A clear, starry sky hangs above them.
There were other people too. Back in his younger days. People who lived in the darkness. People who dared do things he never would. People who crossed lines. People with wild eyes and clenched fists. The Tjensvoll Gang.
Malene mustnât ever find out about this, he thinks. She must never know what her father was up to.
Heâs arranged to meet him at nine oâclock.
11. O LORD (Daniel William)
I came down here to fuck these girls
O Lord
I came down here to fuck all of these girls
O Lord
Cause I’m a bad man
Yes I’m a bad man
But I’m a real man
I came down here to kill these girls
O Lord
I came down here to kill all of these girls
O Lord
Cause I’m a bad man
Yes I’m a bad man
But I’m a real man
He’s not exactly a songsmith. But then neither are Dejan, Simon or Vegard. So he’s been responsible for the lyrics. They’re not particularly good, but that’s one of the ones he’s happy with, one of the ones that feels real.
Daniel remembers one time in third year when they had a writer visit the class, wow, like,
oh, so interesting, Mr Writer Dude, wow, did you really begin writing poetry when you were in second year? You read a thick book by a Russian writer, you say? Oh wow, Mr Writer Dude, I’m so impressed.
Makes no difference. No one hears what Simon is singing anyway.
But real.
The lyrics of that one song. At least they’re real.
Oh Lord.
Daniel checks the time again. 20:59
He often wakes up in the middle of the night, ready to burst he’s so aroused. He’ll wake up in the dark feeling like he’s lying in a cold cave far up in the mountains, where ancient water drips down around his naked feral form, where diseased bats sail above his ringing head, where long curtains of stone hang down through the darkness, where blood boils within those black lungs of his, lungs that look like stone furnaces, where indiscernible spears cut through the foul air now and then, spears glistening with silver and grease, where screams are to be heard, long-drawn-out screams, that begin with a faint, barely audible tinnitus in the distance, before growing and gushing towards him like heavy trains, like jets of pain, banging like bolts against his hearing. Then he knows who’s woken, the caveman, the stoneman, the ironman:
He just knows.
20:59
O Lord
A thousand million kilometres beneath the earth.
Sandra. Now.
12. THAT WAS KIND OF WEIRD (Malene)
Adidas Superstar.
It just felt kind of weird.
Malene places her dad’s shoes beside one another. The pair he likes best. She knits her brow. They’re worn out, those trainers. He ought to get himself a new pair. She’s told him. You ought to get a new pair of trainers, Dad. No, no, he said. The more worn in they are, the better.
Dad probably isn’t aware she does it. Every night. Places his shoes neatly beside one another. Tiril certainly doesn’t spot it. Her head is full of her own stuff. She probably hasn’t noticed that he has a pair he wears every day. White with black stripes.
There’s no other trainers I feel so comfy in, Dad says.
She gets to her feet.
Felt weird, that hug.
Malene has always been Dad’s girl. He has driven her to gymnastics six days a week and she’s always felt that he’s been hers. She’s always crept into his lap and felt it a safe place to be. It’s not the kind of thing you think about when you’re little, then it’s just children’s TV, pizza and Saturday treats, but one day you realise that you’ve always gone to Dad, without really knowing why. She’s heard it before: a Daddy’s girl. Tiril has said it often enough, that’s for sure: go on, run to Daddy.
That hug.
It might not be anything.
But. It
was
weird.
Something about the way he held her. Something about his breathing. He has been acting pretty strangely of late. She never
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