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Cutie bootie oh my Lord.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Cutie bootie oh my Lord.

Feelings, nothing but some feelings.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

sigh. How about a sensible thought.

Thank you.

We really can destroy you, we really can and we will. (I believe you, I didn’t think anything else. I don’t expect anything else.) You should be more careful. (Not going to be, but thanks for the warning. You mean I should know my place. I know it alright, how do you think I got to be a badd ass.))

| Henna Timanttimetsä

You betray me, I betray you. And then you don’t touch me in anyway anymore. Learning to know me…Good. It’s funny you thought you did. So funny and happening in repeat. Yes it’s my cute appearence, it can fool you. Is this about hate or feelings at all? This is about identifying ignorance, selfishness, arrogance and teaching others to have less limited way to look at things and other people. Hmm, I’d say this is about survival. Someone trying to make life worth living, and so far it has been, though not easy, but easy doesn’t make you grow. I’m growing! I’m going to be a blooming tree. How much bullshit does it take? Grow with Bullshit! How much can one person take? A lot!! Humans are incredibly sustainable. I am sustainable, flexible learner on this beautiful planet. Question is why some want destruction and think they can get away with it?

Which movie? Kääk 2.

Indeed

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Art is interesting in many ways.

Like it really makes you think. Or should I say wonder.

A-haa, yes I should.

Kuva | | Henna Timanttimetsä
| Henna Timanttimetsä

No nii Henna Joku muu aihe. Mie kirjotin tossa yhen runon.

Henna sticks like glue and never wears off.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Southern Beauties, Please keep your intellectual gentlemen, sleep. It shouldn’t be too hard.

Do you worry about your white walls?

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Get real.

Not worrying about a thing, try to live fearlessly.

| Henna Timanttimetsä

I’m going to learn to sleep sitting down, at stations, wake up when someone approaches, touches, breathes towards me, sleep when it’s light, work in the night under a newspaper. I will not be afraid. I will be a document of strength, of survival, sleeping and waking up, walking, looking. Sleeping under a tree, passers-by gaze, maybe fear. Becoming the environment, giving up my comfortable bed, my isolated room, safety, quiet space for only me. Exposing myself to danger, disorder and death, but also harmony, beauty and life. There is a lot to live for, lot to see and experience.