gun

2008

| Henna Timanttimetsä
It takes one Click

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.

HOLY WAR MINT, FOR YOUR COUGH, FOR YOUR COLD.

| Henna Timanttimetsä
Holy war mint, for your cough, for your cold.
FOR YOU, TO GET YOU THE MOST UNHOLY, TO GET AT YOU, HOLY GUN, GUNMEN, NUG, NUG, TO GET A HINT, PINK WINK. WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? HOW WILL YOU KNOW? NEVER ENDING BLEED. NEVER ENDING RIDDLE, GIVE ME A FIDDLE, PLAY THIS WAR, THROUGH IT, SURVIVE IT AND AFTER HAVING SEEN IT, WHAT THEN. MINT HOLY WAR, ERASE IT, FORGET IT, LOSE IT, BUT IT NEVER WILL BE FORGOTTEN, STILL AFTER SOMEWHAT YEARS.

When are we at war? Could it be now? Who has declared it? It is a norm that there is war. World without war anywhere would be abnormal. Why is revenge important? Or honor? Respectable, respectability making people destroying some for the sake of honor. I can ask.

Deliberately endanger someone’s health, bring atmosphere of fear and hate, distress, anxiety, hurt, ill, hopelessness. Does harassment change anything?

What is my right to my body, mind and the idea of me, to ideas that I produce. They light me up, I go to them, yes, it is moving, or is it going, and I get excited, nourished by them. Mouth open like a. I cannot do but realize ideas, they give me strength as they are and change into other. So what is me then? When am I? When did I begin? Because I have begun, I have started. I have begun to spread, my ego has a strong will, it as me wants, demands, pushes me forward. Ambitious bitch, never letting anyone tell I cannot. Makes me want, there is a yearning, probably passion, grabbing, grip. Something to call mine. But I have to understand that eventually I don’t need much though I have much to give. How do I learn to share instead of possessing. To possess is a lonely place, lonely task to guard the belongings, possessions, that are extensions of me,  To get extended otherwise in immaterial way. In a good way to achieve.