BIOGRAPHY
When writing something like this it is, of course, as everyone knows, the beginning thatīs the difficult
part. Itīs a well known trick of biographers to begin their tale with their parents, for whom without nothing would have been written in the first place. However, I do not wish to incur my readerīs wrath nor tempt his/her patience by telling too much about my parentsī lives, since such an account would probably be both lenghty and a good deal more interesting than mine. Let it suffice to say that my father was born on the 4th of January 1951, in Tunisia. He came to Sweden in 1969 and met my mother, who were born on the 20th of September 1946, in 1973. They married in 1975 and seperated in 1977, and I, the result of their union, was born in Malmö, Sweden, about midnight on the 7th of December 1976, three months early. My net weight, as it were, was 900 grams and I was 38 centimeters long. The doctors could not detect any vital signs in me and assumed I was stillborn, leaving me for dead while consoling my grief-stricken mother. Half an hour passed before a passing nurse heard a faint wailing from the delivery room. After that things began to go downhill rather rapidly.
I am deliberatly writing this biography in a sweeping, general style, with few details and much untold, as I hope to reveal the rigors of my life in my no doubt upcoming complete Autobiography, that I will use to secure my old age. I managed to survive my first month at the hospital despite catching yellow-fever twice and having two complete blood-transfusions. I guess somebody really wanted me dead. I dissappointed them, however, by surviving.
I think, with the benefit of hindsight, that it was highly probable that magliant fate realised that it would be much more fun to have me alive and kicking, so to speak, than ending the whole sorry bussiness right there. The next six years passed, not without incidents, but mainly with a lot of activity on the line of learning to crawl, getting toilet-trained, learning to walk and such. One incident perhaps worth mentioning is the time when I once again cheated Death. I must have been about two years old, perhaps a few months younger than that, for I was able to run around quite a lot, but I was still wearing diapers. I was accompanying my mother to the laundry room, which were situated in the cellar and reached by crossing the courtyard and going down a steep stone stair of some twenty steps. My mother was overburdened with laundry and must have released my hand as we were walking across the yard. In any case I was overjoyed with my newfound freedom and independence and immediatly started running at full speed towards the stairs, only to trip at the top and fall down. 
My Guardian Angel was with me, however, as I had such speed that I, instead of falling and rolling down all the steps and probably breaking my neck I actually turned several somersaults in the air and landed quite safely at and on the bottom!
As I remember the incident only my diapers saved me from a sore behind. I went to the Kroksbäck kindergarten when I was three, learned to read when I was four, when I was five it was discovered that I had a slight hearing defiancy on both ears, probably because of my early birth, and that I needed glasses.
I was a shy and quiet child with few friends. I preferred to play alone than with children of my own age, and I seldom left my mothers apartement. I got interested in science at about five, when my grandfather gave me an old radio to play with. Reflecting back on this it strikes me as uncanny that I didnīt turn out to be a new Edison or Einsten or Tesla. I had all the natural advantages, shyness, and as a consequence, few friends, which meant that I was alone a lot, sickliness and general fraility of body and an inquisitive mind. Modesty suggest that the only thing missing might have been genius, but of course thatīs pure rubbish.
I started school at the age of six―, the ordinary age being seven, but since I was born so late in the year compensations had to be made. I began my academic career at the Sofielund school. My early years at school was instructive, and due to my then strong resolve to be a scientist of eminence I tackled school with the same enthusiasm and vigour as I dismantled the radio given to me by my grandfather. I used a hammer, if memory serves.
My early scientific/technocratic leanings were encouraged in the home, since my grandparents, who visited us quite often, and my mother, had leftist sympathies. Of course, thatīs nothing unusual in a country like Sweden, where weīve had a socialistic majority government for almost seventy years, interrupted by a few spots of right-wing majority every twenty years or so. Anyway, this all meant that my family wasnīt religious at all. Religious people were wieved with distrust, and one would sometimes hear about someone, usually in furtive whispers, that they belived in God, spoken like it was some sort of hidden perversity. I guess it could be called a kind of intellectual perversity for an materialist. Anyway, this is the most probable explanation for my subsequent instinctual dislike and mistrust of science and all forms of materialism. I was, in other words, an inverse
Crowley. 
I was an uncommonly naive child, my sheltered upbringing and self-imposed secludedness from children of my own age had left me with a very limited understanding of the callous cruelty and examples of "manīs inhumanity to man" so commonly being displayed among children.
My mother and I had moved at the end of third garde, and I had to attend another school, Ribersborg, which I did at the beginning of the fourth grade. On the very first day of school we were assigned to draw something-or-other using crayons of various color. It isnīt impossible that we were supposed to color in a map of some sort, for such were often the heights of creative labour at school. After the break another child accused me, in class, of having drawn various doodles on the bottom of my bench. I denied it, and he proceeded to point out various crayon-marks on the bench and claimed that he had seen me do them.
I protested my innocence, but could not make the teacher belive me, and I started to cry. Not because I was afraid of being unjustly punished, for the teacher wasnīt angry with me, but because I could not fathom why anyone would be so cruel as to lie about someone they had never met before. Such were my innocence in the halycon days of my youth!
After starting third grade I also quickly learned that school was far more dull than I could have guessed possible, and so was another fine young mind offered up for slaughter on the altar of the Great God conformity! No more needs to be said about my attitude and aptitude for school and itīs inane and cruel of actively suppressing any and all signs of invidualism and individual thought. (I feel that I might have said more than enough about it just now.) In short, I am as convinced as everyone else that I am a misunderstood genius. I mean that everyone else feels that they are misunderstood geniuses, not that everyone thinks that I am one. Of course, I am often misunderstood..........
However, the rough and tough life of school soon inured me to the Sorrow of Existence and I learned to adjust. One might have said I was corrupted by the darkness of the world, gaining understanding of Good and Evil, falling in the process, and being trapped in base matter. Or in the words of one of my favorite poets, who put it more eloquently than I ever could;
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.......
(By now you may have noticed that I have a tendency towards pretentiousness and wordiness, so you can safely dismiss the above as a feeble attempt to impress, or at the very least to give the apparance of eurudition to this autobiography. I donīt really think that all my innocence have been drowned in "the blood-dimmed tide". It may be a bit soggy perhaps, but hardly drowned.)
One might say I adapted.
When I was nine I got my first computer, an Apple II. It was about five years old at the time and so quite obsolete. However, computer technology didnīt advance as fast in those days as it does nowadays, so it wasnīt as obsolete as you might think. However, I had it for about a year and then got a Commodore 64. This was a huge step forward! I could now trade games with my friends, I make my first simple BASIC programs, most of them going on the classic lines of;
10 PRINT "Hello!" THEN GOTO 20
20 GOTO 10
RUN
I was never much interested in programming, but vastly preferred games, much to the dismay of my parents, who had no doubt hoped for more utilliarian uses for my computer. I had the C=64 for about a year and then got an Atari 520ST. This was my first experience with a computer with a GUI* and a mouse. However, the same story as last time prevailed and I mainly used it to play games. At this point I should mention that I hadnīt sold my other computer when I (Or to be precise, my parents.) bought me a new computer, so I still had the Apple II. I decided, after about two years, to sell my Atari 520ST and buy an Amiga 500 instead. I did so, and to date that Atari & C=64 remains the only computers Iīve ever sold. I now own eight computers.
At the end of sixth grade my class was transfered to another school,
Slottstaden. 
I belive that the three years, from 7th to 9th grade, I spent there were the happiest in my life so far. I cannot say exactly why. Although I made new friends and enemies, School itself was as boring as always. I think it was the friends that did it. Stephen King wrote, loosely paraphrased, in Stand By Me; "My God, has anyone ever had such friends as they had when they were eleven?" Granted, I was thirthteen when I started there, but I think the principle holds. Iīve always been a bit late in my development.
Thinking back to that time, all I really remember is an endless sucession of summer days, walking and laughing with my friends on the school yard, going to and from the cafeteria, running in the hallways or going to the kiosk during lunch. Or the winter, when we threw snowballs and sat in the hallways looking out at the snow covered miniature gardens, the tree limbs black, that nestled between the corridors.
Only brief fragments from classes that were fun, teachers that I liked, jokes that were murmured between benchmates. But I wax nostalgic in excess.
Back to the biography. After I finished ninth grade, with bad grades, I moved on to high school, first choosing a three year technical line of study at Citadelsskolan, and after spending a year realising that it was a complete waste of time, I quit and choose a humanistic program at St. Petri school, spending three years there. I made new friends, learned new things and forgot old. I graduated in the summer of 1996 with averange grades in everything except english, in which I completed a three year advanced course in on the first year, and math, which I failed.
I have been unemployed since then, except for a three month stint in the summer of `97, when I took a course in HTML programming. Over the years I have gathered a number of
hobbies which, along with a preserving family, faithful friends and help from Lady Fortune, have sustained my life. 
I moved away from home in December 1997, and am currently living in a small apartement in Malmö. Between the 3rd and 18th of August 1998 I participated in an international expedition to lake Seljordvatnet in Norway to look for a reported "Lake Serpent". The expedition was called Global Underwater Search Team ī98 and consisted of twelve members from various countries.
I am also a founding member of a new political party, founded during the latest govermental election in Sweden. I also worked a stint as "Cultural Ambassador" to the city of Malmö, in Kirseberg. I started there on November the 2nd 1998 and was let go when the project was cancelled on the 16th of December 1998. After that, I spent a week in Nice, France, visiting relatives between the 28 December 1999 until the 4th of January 1999. So now Iīm unemployed again.
My philosophical stance have in later years moved towards what Timothy Leary called "the politics of ecstasy". Hedonic engineering and Transhumanistic thought. This has been reinforced by my joining the Ordo Templi Orientis in the winter of 1998. At my current level of enlightenment and ignorance I find Thelema the perfect philosophy for someone who aims to fulfil as much of himself as possible. I see the current advances in genetic engineering and technology, coupled with the older techniques to reprogram the human biocomputer such as ritual magic and mysticism as humanity's birthright and perhaps sole possibillity of fulfilling the promise made by the Serpent in the Garden of Eden; "Eat, and ye shall be as gods". We, as a species, have eaten the fruits of the Tree of Knowledge, now it is time to eat also of the Tree of Life. Tim Leary defined the goals for life on Earth as SMI2LE, which should be read as Space Migration, Intelligence Increase, Life Extension.
Perhaps. Of course, Iīm still romantic and practical enough to be an mystic and an occultist at heart.
What is certain, though, is that the words of my favorite poet;
"And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun."
once again manages to poetically and succiently describe my current agenda better than I could.
I have managed to aquire a few titles, honors and degrees, quite apart from my
Circulum Vitae, that is, that may give you further hints about what kind of person I am.
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This biography is fiction like everything else in a subjectively percived universe, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence.