How many triangles can you see?

2 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Blue skies takes you to the land of the Pharaohs. She didn’t know. How many? I ask again. What am I looking? She asked. A man, number threes, a passport, obsession, dependency. I need you to pattern. Who do you need? Who is that you need? To need somebody. We all need somebody. To take care. Triangle, is that the pattern it creates? I’m in love with you. I have never been so much in love. What’s the molecule structure of that emotion? It must have one, because we are in the end patterns entwined.

Wanna hear something funny? I paint porcelain as a hobby. After being finished I trash the items and throw them to the garbage and start all over again.

Paint Porcelain : Porcelain Painting
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fiRNqYlDLU

Yearly hair, early work

1 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Happy birthday! Thank you. But it’s not my birthday.
I was cleaning my closets and look what I found, isn’t she cute, cutie. I’d say hot. Agreed. Don’t remember how that chocolate brand was, tasted, though. I probably just liked the wrapping paper, because it’s in my archive.

Ulkopuolellani kulki vereni, haluten keskustella kanssani, levitä pöydälle, ja kuinka paljon pulputusta!

1 tammikuun, 201328 helmikuun, 2018 | Henna Timanttimetsä

Pilkuiksi. Soitin hänelle. Tahrasin joka paikan, luurin, korvani. Hänellä ei ollut oikeutta, hän luuli että oli. Miksi puhua verestä? Mistä muustakaan. Kuulen sen hänen äänestään. Hän pelottaa minua. Inhottaa. Rakkaudettomuus. Jään jättämiä jälkiä, hyödyttömyys, negatiivisia rakoja, rakkoja.

Nipples pressed against her blouse, I could see them. She didn’t mind. She looked straight at me. I felt the desire to lick her garments. Feeling happy to have her close to me.