Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The modern pedophelia of our time.

There is a group of people i really despise. It's the younger middle aged guy in his opinion best years who owns his own and first business. He have probably inheritaded it from his father or started with a friend. It is most likely a café or a shop of some kind. That makes him a local celebrity. And what he does is that he hires young, cute girls who in fact suck at the job they were hired to do but are kind of nice to look at. The girls on the other hand are young, insecure and actually believing that they were hired based on there personality and awesome ability to make a macchiato with soy milk. I hate to burst your bubble but that's a fucking lie. But who can blame them? He invites them to all kinds of staff parties and other funny activities. And it's fun, it's probably their first job so they feel well taken care of and he's "so kind". But he all he actually does is mentally masturbating of a to me fictitious moment were he after closing time fucks the living shit out of them.


Whats the matter with you rock?

When apahty strikes a little bit of Nina Simone is what the doctor prescribes. 


Cry myself a river build a bridge and get over it .......

Well let me do this, just once and then I’m done. I have to write about it I have to vent it. This fucking thing we call love, I don’t want to be bitter and say “Fuck love” or anything because I believe in love and I live on love, I create on love. That’s why since I lost my love I have not produced a single thing. Not one picture, not one painting not even a little text or verse. I'm trying everyday to create and everyday I fail......But I’m starting to feel it bubbling inside me and I feel that there is things I have to create.
But my heart is broken, so I have to learn a new way to create. Allot of people create more when they are unhappy, bitter or heartbroken.....I don’t. I create on love and on happiness.....on the power that my lovely girl gave me.
But now I don’t have any love BUT I haven’t transformed into a bitter Swedish version of Hank Moody…. I’m not drowning in a sea of pointless pussy. Trust me on that one.
I started to get a lot of work again after the summer-coma, I’m trying to create pictures that I already created back in the spring in my head or from my blackbook. That’s always something…….is it not ?

I’m trying to get back, I’m trying hard. I need love but I don’t want new love.
But like a wise man once said (the Moodiest of the Moodys) :
“Life is to short to dance with fat chicks”
How the fuck am I going to get out of this one? Any ideas?