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!
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
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
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
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
You might think that falling asleep using your doormat as a pillow because you couldn’t find the keys which slipped through your fingers and landed on the floor two feet from where your head hit the doormat the night before, is what’s called hitting rock bottom, but no! Unless this is something that occur more… Continue reading Hitting rock bottom
I need change! When I woke up yesterday morning with my head resting on my not so comfortable doormat with my keys, which I couldn’t find the night before, lying on the floor two feet from my face, and the steaming fresh morning paper at my feet, I thought to my self that it’s time… Continue reading Anger issues
It has never occurred to the minds of men that the world should be saved by a woman... I’m sitting on a bus, among strangers, crying my eyes out. I’m lost! I don’t know what to do with my self. I have no roots! I have no land! I have no place to go, nowhere… Continue reading Day 75, september 28., 2017