Okey, to be honest. Disturb Reality is just my not so true-ish
tagline I've been using for a couple of years now -- a try to sum-
merize my magical profile. And for the "another Swede" part?
It's just a guess, or a wish. Really, are there any other more
or less famous Swedes around here? Please contact me if so,
I'm longing for you.
Anyways, I'm still young and have recently discovered that
mentalism routines isn't the best pieces of act to perform,
when 3/4 of the audience is consisting of gazing, insecure and
immature teenagers at a random no-name party, also sur-
rounded by way to many pints of stale (that's the word, right?)
beer. The rest of the group is pretty much wasted. Really.
They're stinking, grabbing your props, sneaking and peaking,
asking silly questions, doesn't concentrate and worse of all --
which you all should write down at this very second -- they
don't get it, at all. I tell you, doesn't matter if it's Banachek
or Brown*, leave that stuff at home and go for the stuff that
will blow drunk people away, which objectivly is:
Magic that will fool them, so bad. Magic that will just go
"boom, boom, what?, oh, watch this, boom, cool!, hey!,
niiice, boom, boom, obey me and dodge this!, done!"
At least I think that's what to do.
So, back to reality (without disturbing it).
I'm Erik and I'm very much into card magic and Tricks of the
Mind™. Always been. Since birth, I've been inhaling special
forces through mother's milk.
That's really all you should know for now, the rest of my
personality and profile will be well-blended with my forum
addiction.
And no, I will not spam. Promise.
And yes, the star (*) represents my very own favourite magician,
by all time. Before that, it was Tom Mullica. Sorry, Tommy.
I'm wrapping up this pleasent gift for you with my outdated
MySpace profile presentation. Don't worry if you don't get nothing
of it, that's kinda my point.
- "So, you're a hungry child looking for food, aren't ya? Or the guy looking for a big wacky molestation adventure? I knew it! Well, if you're the kid I was talking about, see you later. If you're the other one, welcome! This is me. An overly matured and eccentric creature from the cold and barbaric depths of Sweden. It's called cold because we have snow. You know, white stuff. Powder that you can squeeze into balls and throw at Donald Rumsfeld's niece or something. And barbaric cause sometimes we eat people. Please, share these well supported prejudices with your friends and come visit me (us) some time. I might buy you an ice cream called Nogger."
Auf Wiedersehen
