In the big confused world out there, you gotta take your part. You can’t just leave its future in the hands of other confused people, can you? If you would be my girl, we'd ran our own world.We’d have the most awesome world ever created, of that I am sure! We’d be good to others, … Continue reading Censorship, Freedom of Expression & Climate Change
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I Write Truths and Never Fiction
'Kim', Nadya is surprised to see me, she looks up at me from the red café couch. After I approached it, she had suddenly stopped talking to her friends. Friends that used to be mine. 6 months ago. Too long ago. Ages ago. 'You're here', she's trying to sound normal. 'I didn't think to see … Continue reading I Write Truths and Never Fiction
That Memory Dancing
The moon lits up the whole terrace. There's something magical about waking up at night, stepping out into the winter cold, listening to the city silence, growing a tobacco cigarette and thinking of that same old same old piece of writing wrapped up in your wollen jacket pocket. You look at the ink on the … Continue reading That Memory Dancing
Mind Tricks in Relationships
In love, we all want to possess that one loving perfectionistic mask, the ultimate partner for life, the soulmate of my own mask, behind which lies the ultimate mess. The things one can do with artistic vulnerability and a 300€-camera. They say it's naive (how we're passing by) trying to look the entire world right … Continue reading Mind Tricks in Relationships
Like Machines in Your Ear
When he talks, love sounds come out (or so it would seem). But here's the thing: a simple statement contains a ton of information apart from the words themselves. Even when words of love are soft-spoken and seemingly full of love, there are all these other layers. Layers that psychics, or lunatics, call "reading … Continue reading Like Machines in Your Ear
At The Wedding, Planning.
I'm at a wedding, once again. A woman I've never seen before approaches me. She's wearing a fashionable dress, with red painted toe nails in high Armani heels. 'No boyfriend?', she curiously asks. As if it matters. Yet another soul who doesn't understand independency. But I know why she has one. I can understand. … Continue reading At The Wedding, Planning.
Anger Management
How fucking easy it is to make a music video that shows fucking everything that's fucked up with society today, a.k.a. the fucking "adult world", in under 90 seconds, without actually relating all that much to the original fucking song. Fuck. Ah yes. Bitch. It's the hidden "humane" activities and all its unrevealed hypocrisy about … Continue reading Anger Management
Bondage Memory
Fetishes. What is it, what are they for? They’re actually pretty useful, you know, the way dreams are. Take this woman. She's smart, cute, playful. Or so she was before ... well, before she entered patriarchy. Cause there was of course the time she felt abandoned, rejected, humiliated. Sound familiar? Here's what you do: … Continue reading Bondage Memory
Boredom in Beckingham
Sweet sour. Johnny had the moves, Kelly had the groove. Marc and Marcus bled it out. Nothing to see, nothing to do, so, then, what do you do? E-xactly, you harass the nearest adult, make a little fuss, randomly smash stuff, do a little dance. In short, you turn sweet sour. Y'all the Gang in … Continue reading Boredom in Beckingham
An Axe, a Man and a Shot to the Head
Props needed for a low-budget music video: boot, acoustic guitar, gorilla suit, three Eastern men, rope, piano, one palm tree, wood chucked fire flames and an axe. I just want to be a lady on Tuesday afternoons; oh, how many woods would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Yeah, cause those … Continue reading An Axe, a Man and a Shot to the Head
The Critical Goose 