To live today, to die saying “no”

Who am I to say
That I could save the world today

Who are you
To say no

– Timo Räisänen, One Day




Wake up! It´s Monday!

Couldn´t possibly put a title on this like “Laugh of the Day”. It doesn´t count if someone makes you.


Sunday Beat

Protect the mind from degradation

Sow in the seeds of education
They run from us, are we that dangerous?
There’s a war in all the streets and yes the freaks must dance or die!

~Janelle Monae, Dance or Die ~


A Sunday Morning Porno-pic


Yes please, let this be my future window and view. I will love and cherish you, you little nook, drinking coffee and hanging out in you and I can almost certainly promise you I´ll sit in you even when it rains, looking out the window, feeling melodramatic and existential. Please be mine.


Saturday Sermon

Philosophy gone simplistic. But the potato is cute.


Friday Fighter Fuckit-Spirit


I’m the one today, I’m the new shit, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you, bitch, new lunch?
I’m-a ruin you, cunt

~Azelia Banks, 212~


Come on, baby

The spark is lit. Spring. Smell it!



Direct You Into My Arms

This has been a shitty month for many people around me. To realize that you are blessed often happens in the face of disaster, either your own or someone else´s. I am blessed. Not in a feeble-empty-minded sort of a way, Thanks for Everything. That´s not me, and life is not roses, chocolate cake, sexy mother f**ers wolf whistling after you as you pass on the street, nor is it a lump of dry bread and water in prison.

It´s having people around me that leave me be as I am, it´s having people around me I want to keep as they are. I don´t want to direct them any other way than straight on, right on that path they´re on, even though I don´t always see quite the point of their path instead of mine. But that´s fine. We all find it, see them, finally.

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Ask him to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Into my arms ~