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Trust equals love. Since there is no trust, love does not exist. Is it really so? Now I’m a bit scared. We live in a fascist world, you better believe it. How disgusting is that. At this point I lose my strength and fall down. I can’t believe it. I have thought love is life, living, believing, exactly believing, having faith. What if everything you believed in failed you?
But it is impossible to live without trust. To be able to trust that the food I eat is safe. So, far I have survived.
So, are you saying that the laws for example to maintain the quality of food are made out of love? Community is to protect. Protecting is love. Simply put and said. So, I have rights as a citizen of Finland and EU and as a human being not to live like a hunted animal. A hunted animal, very funny. What if people had a collective weeping. No! But I thought it would give us some relief in these times of sadness and debt. It would be a sight everybody weeping on the street, sharing their grief, to let sadness out, lovelessness, hurt, pain, shame, hate, anger, all negativity. Do you think it would end up in laughter? Yes. Crying is pretty ridiculous. You are such an idealist. That’s why you’ll end up against the wall and be shot.
Strive to be better and better is to love yourself. It is strange for a woman to be labelled weak when she is stronger than most. Thinking pattern of which people are not willing to let go because it empowers them and enslaves those who need to be seen as weak. That is a wall to climb and people to walk over because that is what they need to be made understand and feel in their bodies. Body remembers and gets if mind does not.
When those who should love you are your worst enemy situation is something you cannot escape, physically yes but not mentally. People are compelled and forced not to love because loving makes them vulnerable admitting to emotion that is delicate and caring, soft, profound, open, accepting and feminine almost childish and naive. Love becomes nonexistent and meaningless words when you are betrayed by those who you think should love you unconditionally. Love is used as an excuse to exploit, a misused emotion, misused way to fool and fake, get your way, manipulate, to act the a way which stands opposite to love. Love is misunderstood and loathed, put to dirt the same as people who are seen as not worthy of love. There are people who think love is something to bargain with and people who think they are not worthy to be loved. The opposite of love in everyday life is there to be endured, understood as normal, so common it hurts, love a word and world which is upside down looking like a monster, love untrustworthy statement, people filled with hate, distrust and ill talk, violence the best tool just as despair, illness to have. When one grows up in such a climate lovelessness is a rule and seeing through people’s intentions and people themselves on daily basis a normality which in its accuracy is scary.
To be traumatized is a very undervalued thing, because everybody should get traumatized. Life is a case of over-protection we try to maintain, but it is not possible, protection. So how to know what traumatizes, what is actually hurtful and what kind of hurt is something one can take. To what point should we protect our children for example? I mean don’t get traumatized and shit. It is like a joke. Did she get a trauma or something. An emotional shock and a disturbing happening, scary invasion, intrusion by something out of the ordinary which shakes a balance, does something hurtful. Injustice, lovelessness, hate, contempt, long-enduring ill-treatment. Is there something else than that? Hurt causes trauma. Question is do images cause mental imbalance, do images traumatize? Clear is that people do shit to each on daily basis without it being anything out of the ordinary, or without even knowing there would be something wrong about it. How do they get to that place of ignorance and arrogance?
MY dear Lord, I love the art community. Which one? All of them. I really have the deepest faith in you. Cheers art! Keep on standing on the good side. Love the healing you do. Art is not about healing, what the fuck did you think. What is it about, because if they wish art to be cute as washed vagina. Is that your idea of cute? I don’t know. It’s a show off. O’ dear, I’m confused.
In short what I have to say about art scene as it is called is this: It is full of shit, full of pretentious fucks who have a high opinion of themselves, who like to net work and play buddies. It is a sadistic playground of shallow idiots. There is a trauma for you, sadly it is very real.