my work

Mother of

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INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP: TRYING TO HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN.

How many bin Ladens do you make when you kill bin Laden?

(making that money.)

We don’t like those stupid and crazy. We know what is stupid and what is crazy. To eliminate those among us to hold community clean, free, happy, intact and more importantly hygienic and safe. You understand, yes. It is our right as people of God. Chosen ones, choose the ones.

Mother of Madness
Mother of Comfort
Mother of Thieves
Mother of Tears
Mother of Psychosis
Mother of Mercy
Mother of Bread
Mother of Night
Mother of the Lost
Mother of Anti-Social Tendency
Mothers of The Disappeared
Mothers of The Executed
Mothers of Tigers
Mothers of The Lonely
Mothers of Terrorists
Mothers of The Dissidents
Mothers of The Freedom Fighters
Mothers of Strangers
Mother of Suspicion
Mothers of Comfort

Blind boys running downhill. I really have witnessed it happening. Oh I have seen the Japanese garden. Fill in the blank, but I don’t think you’ll get the job, Motherfucker.

Elbows wrists, elbows wrists, a pornographic magazine under the loo carpet.
Sudden movements and sighs.

Who is that flying through the air? Cover yourself itzy bitzy spider. Limbs breaking the brisk air.

Terrible kleptomaniac spent warmly days in the sun of love. (Don’t ask for permission just do it.)

Call me anything you like, Unemployed Hashtag, Ach Scheissenheit! I’m a real hipster, which definition was quite a surprise to me. Definitely, and it is forever, class and grace of knowing what to wear.

2008

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First you shred a picture in a shredder, pictures, as many as you have, maybe all of them. You can do it by hand, tear a picture into little pieces. Then you put the pieces back together and look at the picture. Crunch it, it starts to look like the picture experienced something. Experiences of a picture. There is never a good time, there is never a decent time, there is never enough time, so you can do it now. Hopefully you have a shredder. As long as parts get together in order, they get what they need in form of see-through tape, see through tape, togetherness of pieces, end of loneliness of shreds, glue in hands, glued.

People who put their all in a shredder for whatever reason and end up putting things shredded back together again hoping things would be better, the same or at least become something whole, some kind of result and an event of making an effort. Like true love, whatever that is other than hard work, maybe it is more true when broken and put back together again, light and revelation, fixing something broken. It must be the kind of love between mother and child in an equation, that the mother loves her child and does not put her child in to pieces.

How to keep your child whole, unbroken but not like an image or why should you keep your child from harm? Over-protection can do an awful lot of damage. How closely can you adjust the pieces that belong next to each other? Something has to be broken. Do we have to get something missing also? To have a reason to look ahead.

Earring in a bowl of water

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Glaring body

Glaring body, origin of, pulled out of something beautiful, out of that glaring body. It is still shining its light like a lamppost on a dark street. His naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart or young, an inexperienced mind, trusting or having lived with only one perspective to a view.
Her naivety became to signify fear, to mean good at heart, which is more easy to say, that is, was she who is naïve still. Unchanged as she remains, trusting, believing, faithful and true, that is what naïve means in a way, you do not change when you don’t have to or because you are afraid and believe truths of others instead of your own, you are afraid the truth of your own, afraid because it might end up hurting you, because it is not the truth of the most of the world or maybe it is, but they are afraid of it too.

All the things u can do by the pool.

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All the things u can do by the pool

Meet a naked vibrating man, to be an inconsiderable prick and float. Take part in an orgy, routine penetration, make love, moan, hold your feet in the water, move your feet, have a drink, have another drink, have a tan, put sun lotion on, jump in the water, splash the water, play in the water, smoke a cigarette, watch the sun, lie on a towel and watch the sky, watch swimmers, watch clouds, watch people have sex in the night. Make a movie with your phone. Dance holding your phone.

Finland Fucks. Watercolours at home.

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Finland fucks

Gloomy tale, fuck me.

Sex play number one. We went into his car and I sucked his dick. Don’t  know who he
was. I didn’t care. It was a brisk Autumn night. We went into his apartment and I
sucked his dick. It had already started to snow heavily and that felt good. We moved
on to his bed and I sucked his dick. It kept snowing. We kept changing the place of
action while I sucked his dick. Sun came up and I sucked his dick in slow motion.
You could see the windows were covered with dust and fingerprints and you could
see the street. I saw his dick and I took it into my mouth.
We went to a department store toilet and I sucked his dick. We did some grocery
shopping and went to the car at the parking lot where I sucked his dick. And I truly
hoped that everybody saw. He drove us to a deserted place and while doing that I
sucked his dick. When we got there I sucked his dick. How the story ends? It
doesn’t.

Gloomy tale, fuck me.

Do you know her by her name?

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Have you met Lucifer in this time of adversity? Do you know her, or is it him? Is it sex? Walked in the dark woods, wet and afraid. She has a beautiful name but it is not very ladylike to drink out of the bottle. She is just a little girl but it is about to get very cold in here.

Fragile Millimetric frost in layers peeling up shining through, letting incoming light come through. Shock me, panic me, make me. Revealing guilt and what to do with it, with waste that cannot be hidden. Mud like material to come from to learn from to apply on. Acknowledge it, admit it. There is no such word to make it up, fix the toxic mark, heal the broken bottle used needles anything left behind. Any trace that tells me pure venom bite lethally bitten. There is always a cut of skin that’s what sharp objects are for, cutting.

She deserves it. What she deserves?

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Some torture, pencil on paper, 2016

What she deserves?
It is true, I have a condition and it is called Fuck you. Dye yourself blonde, dye your hair blonde, change yourself completely is the message. It equals beauty. Be skinny and fit, it equals to what? Torture? What is it? Essentials to being beautiful is to be less and not aggressive, agreeable to a point you can’t say anything back, be nice so that you do not disturb and it is what it means to be a woman and behaving like one. How to be pleasant wearing Crazy Love the fragrance is a tightrope and you are under looking glass. The flaw is in you.

Beauty is subjective. It is when you are able to do what you want and be free? To stick penis into her mouth and make her choke, make her throw up as she should, die as she should, killed by penis in her mouth, mouth like a sewer. Beauty is in the image and you are not it. That is discussed, being disgusted by her feeling empowered by herself and taking that feeling away it is the right thing to do, she does not deserve to feel powerful.

The language of love

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