Entering The Festival Area With A Weekend Date

Nothing matters, no one cares. Who wakes up screaming out your name when you are gone? Nothing matters, no one cares. It will end, Always the same way it began.

'Cause nothing matters. And no one cares. How does one tell the difference between the Sun and other stars? Distance matters, so does time. Who wakes up crying in the night when we're all gone?

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

Life is too short to be anything but happy It’s my life, so let me waste it the way I like That’s the good kind of madness..

ya into gameing

Yes, totally! And I wish I had more time for that. Have been thinking ‘bout streaming actually, what do you guys think I should play?

laitetaas tännekin..

Black Weekend -kamppiksena 24.-27.11. ilmainen toimitus tarrapaketeille Manner-Suomeen

10 kpl. 18€ | 25 kpl. 30€ | n. 100 kpl. 75€

Jos saadaan varasto myytyä tyhjäksi, arvotaan lisäksi kaksi kymmenen kappaleen pakettia seuraavasta erästä tilaajien kesken. (Jokainen käytetty 5€ oikeuttaa yhteen arpaan, esim. 18€=3 arpaa, 30€=6 arpaa jne. Voit kuitenkin voittaa vain toisen palkinnon.)

Heitä viestillä!

He took the matchbox from my shaking hands and lit one. The whole thing caught flame easily. Hardly stepping away he dropped it on the ground, which sparked an immediate chain reaction.  We'd done good prepping.

He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.  It was a warm autumn evening; he had sundrops in his hair, the air smelled of wildflowers and gasoline. Running his fingers trough my hair he began humming a familiar tune, a lullaby father had taught me.  I glanced up at him, and saw the reflection of our home in his eyes. Something inside broke and collapsed. I finally dared look straight at the house. The fire had spread quickly, already eating away at the upstairs outer wall.

Smoke began to clog the view before our lungs.  He took a deep breath, and began guiding me gently toward the car. A single suitcase filled with books & paintings laid on the back seat. It was all we'd taken from our years here.  I wrapped his coat tighter around myself, as we drove off into the world outside the manor.

Jaaha, ja nyt on sitte viimeistään irtauduttava suomalaisestakin massamediasta.

Oon sanonut ennenkin, että nää 'paremmat' journalistiset, ja keltainen lehdistö alkaa huolestuttavasti erottua toisistaan entistä vahvemmin vain ulkoasullaan. Hyvää lehtimiestapaa on loukattu mm. plagioinnilla, kyseenalaisella kuvituksella ja kunnianloukkauksilla laidasta laitaan jo pidemman aikaa. Siitä voidaan sitten puhua erikseen, että millainen julkinen spekulaatio on ok ja millainen ei, etenkin lasten ja yksityishenkilöiden kohdalla. Pointti on siinä, että kun valtamediassa julkaistaan suoraan ja kritiikittä äärimielipiteitä samalla, kun ihmiset arkielämässään kärsii niiden vaikutuksista, jokin on vinossa ja pahasti.

Se, että jossain menee huonommin, tai että Suomessa vois mennä huonommin, ei tarkoita, että meillä menee nyt riittävän hyvin & kehittämisen voi lopettaa. 'Riittävän hyvin'; täällä rivikansalaiset yrittää päivittäin polkea toistensa oikeuksia mm. kotirauhaan, itse-ilmaisuun, koulunkäyntiin ja uskonvapauteen. Ei kuulosta reilulta minusta.

Joku voi sanoa, että 'lehtimiestapa' on vanhanaikainen etiketti, mutta itse pidän sitä (pää-asiassa) ihan validina laaturajana. Ihan vähintään radikaalina pidettäviin julkaisuihin pitäisi aina ottaa mukaan asiantuntijan tai 'vastakkaisen' mielipiteen edustajan näkökanta.

ᗰᑌIᔕTᗩKᗩᗩᕼᗩᑎ ᗩᗩᑎEᔕTᗩᗩ KᑌᑎTᗩᐯᗩᗩᒪEIᔕᔕᗩ

In the woods near our house everything grows in circles. There's tall trees, but no leaves on the moss and the stars cast shadows like it's daytime. I made a soup one time of the mushrooms I found in each corner of the wood. White mushrooms, with wide hats, that taste like honey and cotton sugar. The recipe was for a soup, everyone had it at my birthday party, but it was titled 'making a savior' and it's a little strange I can't seem to find my way out of our yard, where the people don't look like my friends at all..