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Viking Blues

28 years younghe’s a loaded gunmama says “get a real job”but he dont want onejust writes his poems and songs all dayuntil its time to go outside and play… HIS V

United States of Self

It’s been a good day so far. Got up at 5:30am. Went for a light 3km run in the rain while listening to ipod. Did some calisthenics/mobility in the park. Then ran back home. Showered. Lit some incense. Meditated for…

Digital Suicide Machine

Been figuring out how to do this online thing for 20 years. Had a million blogs and projects but always nuke everything because my ideas and characters change so suddenly and extremely that i feel dishonest if i am showing…

Born Again Artist

In case you didn’t know dear reader, I’m a crazy person. What i say and think from day to day is very inconsistent. I don’t take my “self” seriously at all because I don’t believe there is such a thing.…

God Is In The Mirror

A few habits i am working on: 1) Quit using emoticons or heart/like buttons.Express what you feel in words. You are a poet and a writer. Stop taking the easy way out! I never liked the LIKE button. It is…

Rajavartija

Mulla on vahvoja tunteita sua kohtaan…En tiedä oikein onko sulla muaVai oonko vaa joku kiehtova seksikäs runoilija sullejoka sulattaa sun sydämen kun antaudutJoka inpiroi sua ja meillä on tällainen “yhteys”…joka on tietenkin erittäin kaunista… ja se kehittyy ja elää Älä…

Winterblüm

you are my oceanwhere i sail my relationshipsand my emotionsgive birth to the inner bloomgreat mother take meinto your wombsoothe my inner w

Midnight Sun

I just stare at my screeen all daywanna go to ibiza and playsing songs to save livesgive birth to good timesnow stuck here in the landwith no sunkeep reminding

Lessons of Life

This post is from the now discontinued 30 Bananas A Day online forum. * Activism:This month has been my first real taste of internet-activism. Unlike many fine people, my focus has been much more than about giving all animals equal…

Love Is War

there I stand at your doorbut you can't see me anymoreso what is it that we're fighting foryou let me in, I touch your skinbut can't you see