I have ended my abusive relationship with alcohol. I still have a beer now and then, or a sip of my home made cloudberry liqueur, but the obsessive feeling of "must have" has stopped. I believe for good. At least it feels like it's for good, and I have learned to trust myself on that… Continue reading My Queendom has arised
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The awakening of the first born
I feel an unassailable strenght within the depths of my soul, a solidity of spirit that nothing can defeat. Like the walls of an ancient temple, complited in marble, damaged by wars, but rebuilt and sealed with Roman concrete. Indistructable, unbreakable and everlasting. Created to survive the fall of sivilisations and the end of time,… Continue reading The awakening of the first born
The pencil and the sword!
When I was younger I was an unyielding defender of satire as the best possible form of critic of authorities and oppressive ideas, cultur and laws. I still am, uncompromisingly defending the right to ridicule ridiculous abuse of power, or attempt to abuse power in any way that can not be explained with some sort… Continue reading The pencil and the sword!
Things that make me think of you💙
Things that make me think of you is first of all the colour blue💙 Smurfs and sapphires and forgetmenot a piece of you they all have got💙 Next I think is everything green for the nature of the world you have traveled and seen💚 Your love for all beings, which you wouldn't eat, triggers my… Continue reading Things that make me think of you💙
An adultrine born of online-infidelity?
I am now in a somehow shallow and distant, sexual relationship with a lot of men. Men which have dedicated a part of their lovelife and intimacy to me, or at least to my slightly perverted art; the dickpic-project. Some of them are single, some of them are not. Some of them are married, some… Continue reading An adultrine born of online-infidelity?
Post-Christmas-depression treatment
Every time I'm sitting down to write about my post-christmas-depression treatment I find myself procrastinating over Facebook memes and listening to really cheerfull music and totally screwing up my unhappy vibes. It's impossible to write about how sad I was at the end of last year when I'm listening to Bonny M, Amira Willighagen or… Continue reading Post-Christmas-depression treatment
Victims of human trafficking
It is said that the devil loves secrets unspoken. Particularly those which gnaw like demons on a tormented soul. Can this raging demons be defeated without taken them by their horns? Can evil be killed with silence? Can I restrict the demons in my heart by not talking about them, or just forget that they… Continue reading Victims of human trafficking
This fierce and violent infatuation
So I’m lying here, in my bed, sleepless, tasting my own garlic breath, with only a castrated, male cat as my company, wondering where that great love took off. I met him in another town, in another world, in another life, in another millenium. He sat down next to me and said: “What if me… Continue reading This fierce and violent infatuation
The Grinch and I
So has the day come for sorrow, hatred, anger and issues beyond repair; Christmas eve. I woke up crying with my tormented mind filled with images of extreme violence. The comming nights are so perfect for accidents pretty common for this holiday, like arson, or misplaced fireworks cutting off fingers and blowing up eyes, but… Continue reading The Grinch and I
In memory of Luca Skywalker
In this little poem wrapped in tears and bad rymes, I give to her so ever lasting present, the gift of eternal life... You would think she was born on a stormy night with angels of death falling from the sky. She was in a rush, you see, cut out of mamas belly faster than a… Continue reading In memory of Luca Skywalker
