The Next Bill Gates in the making? Somali menee apeshit.

Bodies online, pencil on paper, 2015

So, you know racism? Since also white is a race according to race science, you can be a racist towards whites as well and there is plenty of evidence. It is when you pay an awful lot of attention to race, colour, features telling about intelligence, abilities, what else is race telling? Where you come from and that you either have privilege or you don’t? How simple. Black supremacy is doing racism by loathing white people as such and their achievements, wanting to be in the place of white people who have achieved great things or just had power and position usually by hard work and using their intellect. Wanting to be king and a leader just doesn’t raise you, it makes a mockery out of you when you don’t earn your place. Playing the victim and wanting all the power is a very infantile way to structure society, humans and seek justice, you won’t find it, you just cry out loud and destroy things. You don’t have what white people have and you must have it by wanting to be in the white people’s place like Bill Gates, look like white people, be blond and walk the catwalk, posing capable in movie roles and magazine covers and you say white people want what you have, you mean fat asses and big dicks and infantile minds? When you don’t have much else, it surely is a sorry situation. How many of BLM activists have openly talked against child labour which is a still a big problem or polluted oceans? White people have had to work for what we have. You want to be in the Louvre? I’m sure you do. You can visit just as anybody else, but replace the works of art with your own bitterness? C’mon, build your own, ok, though you will not be Bill Gates nor white, I’m pretty sure, why do you bleach? Why do you hate your own hair? I know blonds are prettier, but c’mon, it is not blondies’ fault. Please do go apeshit, I love it so much.
Your self-esteem is so low that you write black with a capital letter and white with small when you talk about people? Do you need some more bleach?

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/oct/31/americans-killed-protests-political-unrest-acled
”At least 25 Americans were killed during protests and political unrest in 2020”

Olen pahoillani, että olemme ikinä auttaneet nämä vitun idiootit tänne. Menkää rakentamaan omaa maatanne saatanan pellet. Täällä te ette ole rakentaneet yhtään mitään koskaan, ette edes ravintolaa ole saaneet pystyyn.

It takes one click.

Get down on your fucking knees! The claim that the world is changing incredibly fast. What is the speed a bullet has? You won’t feel it once it hits your head. World of agony is too much to take. Don’t speak it out just hear the bang. That is what we do not tolerate, truth about ourselves. Our deeds, our need to enslave, to humiliate, things we do not take if they are not for granted. Preserving prejudice and privilege as something innocent playing as contrast to our cruelty as a value to sell and be covered by. It is the truth we should like but we kill it, because it is not enough. We don’t get ahead fast enough honestly. It even sounds too little, too bold to be alive. The one who speaks the truth and is not believed because it is too much to take.

Get down on your fucking knees! This command is about power used, power liked and loved, power of ruining innocence of someone, ruining possibilities of someone for a life. This gun is an accusation and it is pointed at you. It is my emotional response for you questioning me, for you to obey me. It is my belief my religion my faith and reassuring my righteousness. Me holding my truth, my path in my hand: Get down on your fucking knees! Now! Bow your head, feel my weapon on you, how cold it is against your skin, against your fear, against your life. Where are you when you are there afraid, in the dirt, below me breathing. Me above you looking at you with anger, looking at you like you were nothing, not even a human. Me with possibility and desire of pulling the trigger, click. It takes one click.

It takes one click.

I draw the dick pics I get. They are fascinating in a way, creepy though. So, what is with penis?/ Iso penis on kuin joku elukka. Sen pituinen se.

SEN PITUINEN SE

Se märkä, se pieni, sukupuolielin, on karvaton ja jalkojen välissä, on kuin ihmisen keskipiste. Siellä, minne katse kääntyy mielellään ja tahtoo nähdä, millainen se on, virnistää. Jalat harallaan selällään mahallaan levitä,

klitoris, pillu piilossa, pitää käsillä kiinni tyynystä, huohota tyynyyn.

Käsi sinne, valkoinen, aivan kuin ei uskaltaisi, kun epäröi,

vaaleanpunainen punoittava iho kuin puraistu halkaistu, pakarat, väli-iho. Suuri liha on tunnetta, punoittavaa, kiiltävää ja aistikasta etenkin pitsin läpi. Iso penis on kuin joku elukka.

Löytää sanat työntymiseen toiseen ihmiseen, nussimiseen, yhdyntään, ääniin, jotka lähtevät kahdesta ihmisestä, sanotaan, kun tuntuu hyvältä, tuntuvaan ääneen, jotta tulee selväksi hurmio ja voidaan jatkaa kovempaa, puhua kovempaa, huohottaa, liikkua nopeampaan, hinkuttaa, että paranee, liiku makaa, sano rakastan sun vittua, kokeile tai muistuta: varo hampaita tai sano: nuole sitä, ota se suuhun tai kaikki tapahtuu niin nopeasti, että ehtii huohottamaan kuin juoksisi ylämäkeen, sylki valuu. Miten rumia sanoja, rumuutta kuvaavia tekoja tai miten ruma voi olla kaunista puremista. Puremista nuolemista hätäisyyttä ja sylkeä.

Sitten hän työntyi koko painollaan suurella kalullaan Janinaan. Janina voihkaisi kuuluvasti. Mies työntyi uudestaan yhä rajummin. Mieskin voihki.

Juhani Palmun alla. Palmu nimeltä Juhani. Lajien synty, synty lajien./Fu-tourist. Travelling is a performance.

Fu-tourist (does it sound like I have a flu?)

Fu-tourist

Future of change, I wish and work for change, to change, for a change, give me some change, change a tune for a change, change clothes, change the way you walk, change the way you live, change the way you talk, change the way you sleep, change the way you have breakfast. I think about it so much it has become a mantra and I begin to play with the thought of change. The word what it means to me, what it means to anybody. It is difficult, because for me, it is a necessity and a self-evident part of life. As I see it people are afraid of changes especially those which demand us to give up something. Changes may have an ominous tone in them. Silent doom, change is absolute, change is fear, change is fearlessness, change is good and bad, profitable, there is a thought of profit in the word. To change there must be something to gain, there must be an end and a new beginning, something good. Economically it can be wise to learn to give instead of taking, but in the light of everything, what happens now in the world, it looks like things do change rapidly, one way or the other. To demand the world to change for better is a cry. Is it a too common a phrase to be taken seriously? What kind of attitudes there are in general towards changing habits, attitudes, altering ways of knowing and looking, eating, wanting and doing. It is requiring substantial volume to make dramatic changes happen. A lot of energy focusing and learning. I say dramatic because changes to make our ways of living sustainable and wiser need a total turnover. That means a lot of work, not looking for easy ways out. There aren’t any.

Finland Fennovoima 105 yrs. Kun kuvaat munaasi puhelimellasi, mikä fiilis?

Drawing dick pic(k)s, pencil on paper, 2016 (istuppa tän päälle)

Niin ja lähetät sen, yleensä ihmiselle, jota et ole koskaan tavannut, aika hullua.

Passed out

Acrylic on canvas, 2021

Opening

Opening
Opening
Opening

Hei läski, syö munaa./ Ever fucked up.

Bodies online, pencil on paper, 2015

Ever fucked up

Sarjassamme emotionaalisia hölmöjä keskitymme tänään minuun tai hölmöistä olen ehkä hölmöin.
Emootio, darling, Darjeeling, chip chip kling kling, mustatee, vihellys.
Hän on ehkä söpöin pikku koiruus, mitä rotua lienee. Älä huuda.
En usko lupauksiin. Epätasapainoinen. Ever fucked up. Kuinka litteä voin olla?

Ugly to be plump./Drawing women online.

Fatigue

Tired of confronting thrown dirty cloths of yours. Tired of cleaning man-made deserts. I need you to have to face and own completely and entirely what you make. 

Sky of sky, sky of light, sky of space, pressuring cold, sky without breath, sky of layers that we invade, our particles of what is that. I want to say emptiness, but it is anything but. They are full clouds until they collide, the contradictions entwined in black night coming down. Blackest and lilac space, part of it open but I am thankful for this lack of artificial light. Circling sensations of being small insignificant, breathing when I would like to hold my breath. Tired of this work. Not seeing anything but that above, anything worth seeing, anything worth sensing.

Fatfat