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
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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
I want a picture of your privates!
Yes, you read me right! I want a picture of your private parts. Or to be more correct; your penis. Your erected manhood. For an art project. I want to eternalize your heat-seeking moisture missile hopefully at an art event, or some fancy, big museum of modern art. Who knows? I believe the topic of… Continue reading I want a picture of your privates!
Hostage
I'm being held hostage. In my own home, in my own body by my own heart, my own emotions; my own damn sentimentality. I feel soft as a marshmallow. A soggy, sticky marshmallow melting in hot, sweet chocolate and devoured by unsentimental creatures from an unsentimental world I don't understand, where the pain and ruin,… Continue reading Hostage
A disastrous birthday
This was the day of regret and shame. Regret, not only because I haven't been able to stay sober for many days at a time, perhaps not more than three or four tops after the first week, but also because I spent the money I was supposed to spend on my japanese course, which I… Continue reading A disastrous birthday
In karma we trust
I no longer understand what my psychologist want from me. Off course it was a lot worse when I had a therapist who didn't understand me, but it's pretty darn frustrating not to understand your therapist either. That eternal ongoing nagging about getting intouch with my feelings. I don't get it. I feel like getting… Continue reading In karma we trust
Dark secrets of repair kits
Where do I find the beginning of heaven? Can I find it where the swinging treetops stop, where the swallovs are dancing their airballet with the last summers litter of chickens? Is it at the highest of mountains, over the rainbow, above the next hilltop, or is it where the grass sprouts in freshly sown… Continue reading Dark secrets of repair kits
