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Act of bomb shell

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Something began with Mae West continuing to Jane Mansfield and Marilyn Monroe to whom many blond big breasted beautiful women in limelight are connected. The biggest role for Norma Jean Baker was Marilyn Monroe and it was not bad acting at all. Marilyn Monroe perfected celebrity performance live act. How could anybody say she was a bad actress? Stupidity, clumsiness, unaware flirting supposed weaknesses of female sex embodied as a childlike doll, inabilities, drunkenness, forgetting her lines and singing. Who is she like when she is like that, why do we tolerate her like that, let her do what she does and adore her, are endlessly interested in her still? Was she doing what she was told to do, to act nice and look beautiful, smile, wave, walk, be perky bubbly adorable magnet. If you are not smiling you are troubled and rumors get wings, there are pictures of you with wrinkles on your forehead, hand on your face, face looking sad, you distant and depressed-looking. Sad beauty is not fun. She is pathetic and it is time to find a new one who will entertain us with her moves and nonsense kind of puppuppiduu and I love you’s. Is she on medication, does she do drugs, why does she drink? What is her problem? How can someone so beautiful have such problems?
That she is a manipulating calculating bitch who knows what she is doing turns the thing of childish stupidity around and her more of a product of her own doing. She is like a victim but she does it herself. Nobody is forcing her to become the sex bomb other than herself but sex bombing is the way for her to be seen and get ahead in her career. She gets to be noticed. There is interest in her, she is wanted to be seen, perform, asked to TV-shows, interviewed. What is the interest in with whom she is having sex? Sex is what gets us to be interested in her and how she is sexual in front of us, what she is daring to do and behaving ways most of us wouldn’t dare in public. To look at someone who is daring is a turn on, exciting and fun, a riot kind of boost. She is crossing a limit, stepping over and looking what happens.
Then we do not know the whole story and we start inventing what is she like and why is she doing what she does, what is her motivation, what is her problem, is she talented at all, what does she have what others do not. She is using us for her benefit, isn’t she? Seduction of come look at me, look what I have got, would you like to touch and have a piece of me, dream of me, just look at me. Tragedy is when sex bomb cannot be anything else even though she would like to. We don’t want her as anyone else but as that posing body wearing a tight dress and smiling face which is eternally youthful white pure but dirty underneath. All is told but nothing is said. Something remains the same and is like a circle. White blond bleached retouched lifted up tightened squeezed into erased immortalized repeated over and over again. Is she in trouble, is she the trouble, what did she do, who does she think she is? She is nothing and everything, she is diminished and made big. What a contrast and battle to have. How is it possible to stay in that role, keep that pose, keep that white and that form of body?

Miss Beach having fun 2001

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THX: to be thankful for a lot and not. I am my shoes, I am my hat. I am below where you look at. What am I?

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Why whistle? Why not.

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Facial expression

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How close can you get to another person? How close to someone is it possible to be, is there a limit of closeness when there is no space in between? When will you suffocate for being so close that you cannot breath?
What do you know of anyone? How well do you know yourself?

Culture of shame rules with humiliation and fear. Too hard to handle.

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Girl who learns from early on that there is something wrong and it is with her because there is shame she cannot quite understand why or what but it is like an animal which is her and the ultimate evil and is because of her not knowing quite why. Any other person is above this shame and constant wrongdoing because they are bigger. It is something she did which was being born, her sex which she must be ashamed of, she feels constantly a look which is angry, looks upon her that are looking at nothing, hate in the look, in those looks, contempt and disgust or something to take away, burn and run. Shame which exists only because of her, her sin, her existence, her rottenness is brought by her upon others to be ashamed of and talk about to purify those who speak of her and look at her but don’t see anything but dirt, something to turn backs to. She becomes to feel guilty for what she is completely, that she has caused such horrible thing as she is, her becoming, anything she represents and is, is bad and all wrong, a mistake and accident. She has to hide herself. Best way to do it is to be silent, be as invisible as possible, as quiet as possible afraid that she will be revealed and hated again and again. The only one who does things wrong breaking the silence which cannot be broken because everything and the wall of silence and effort seen would be ruined. You must not cry or be sad, it would break the unspoken, it would tell how all is wrong. To be revealed is the worst thing to happen. To face the ill there is would be too much to take and shameful as is crying. Things that are wrong, emotions that should just be likable not to annoy and reveal anything that might be wrong, she does them things wrong anyway so why try anything but not to push that wall of shame and weeping. She is the wrong, she is the wrong, the out-of-place to be ashamed of who can break and destroy the comfortable silence and not having to face any negative emotions there are. There is nothing wrong with the environment but with her still. Easiness of finding a scapegoat and squeeze her into being as small as possible. All the blame there is is placed on her and she carries it all until it is too much. It is quite a burden to carry and to give, be pushed aside and forgotten until guilt finds you until you cannot hide.

 

Slums that do not have sewers, take your shit to the nearest art museum. Even better if you let your children do the dirty work.

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It is a powerful feeling to hold a stone in your hand.

Beauty is heartbreaking, it is intolerable, it is threatened, rugged, bursting.

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To think about beauty we like having which pleases our eye, our senses, is pleasant, but which we like to say is what comes from within, personality, kindness, creativity, altruism, giving and loving. It is what comes from the inside to show on the outside still to understand that there is so much we do not see or can imagine which is beauty. The thought and fact that all is not visible but entails beauty which is not detectable to our senses, that we must have intuition to know it, instinct, sense, reason, comprehension of what there may be underneath, beneath, hidden but alive in all living beings which is valuable and how is it valuable, who values beauty and for what. Beauty of understanding body of beauty, that our senses, reasoning and emotions can lie, image is not true, first impressions fail to prove anything in the end just mere fractions of someone and something.

Grief

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Is this a time of and for world-wide grief (don’t remember when it wouldn’t have been such time), something unexpected and the terrible we must process together such as finding solution and standing together against those who wish to destroy our modern way of life and belief in common good, in good in man and that peace will prevail? How will peace prevail when peace has been sought via making war, via false evidence and constant suspicion, us against them. By destroying states and despots to give room to radicalism to flourish and wild savage bunches to make new states where infrastructure, growth and sense of belonging have been demolished. When making business and protecting business’ interests has been the most important thing in making global politics, politics which serves business and financial profit is not politics of peace, it is a theater for the media. Peace does not sell but warmhearted quotes make a difference on our walls. It does not make constant growth, peace is difficult when there is no history of peace. War on the other hand makes skyrocketing profit and jobs, it makes media fuzz, social media jackpots for trolls and rumors on who is bad and who is good. Sides matter, taking sides, making profit, winning, missions. In this light terrorism is not surprising, that it spreads in to Europe and without being detected in advance manages to do damage, kill mass of innocent people.

It is a slogan that we should not be afraid but what is more frightening than those forceful in faith and hate. Hate against Western values, tactics, morals, superior attitude and our history of colonialism. We should be scared because scare is to prepare us that there might be something gone horribly wrong. We still see the Middle East as something faraway and therefore it cannot harm us, that troops can be sent there to battle and fight as it was another planet beneath us. When war comes closer to us strange is that it strikes to be a surprise and an act of hateful people who randomly attack like animals. As there were mass protests against wars to Iraq and Afghanistan wisdom was war does not solve anything. Is it time to say nothing has been solved by this horrible waste of lives and money and those wars definitely have caused more harm than good for all humanity. That is what I grieve.