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POEMS -Somnocentrism

A stone

I will not utter the mind of my child. Above the air convulsed, a boundless weight pressing beyond my grasp. as I clench a stone out of relief in the worn map of my palm. Ablaze with the sense of breathing, seeing and hearing. Between breath and stone, I bury what the sky cannot carry

Summer

Short crowds gather to sing a national song, summer is coming. Collect as many flowers before late August! Fill the thirst with strawberries and lake water. Take a bike, and cycle beyond the pines, take what branches you find and start a fight. Swim, swim! Get lost in the forests and fall in love in the way out.

My home

My home is a museum, all day dries late and cancer is free in my veins, yet newborn branches still fight from it's trunk, each plant in my garden has stretched free from it's seed, each plant is killed by a proust memory.

Individual

There is about 8 billion people on earth, over 200 countries, million schools, billion movies, billion music tracks, billion books, over 500 professions, trillions of extraordinary stories. And there’s ten times that in one single individual.

I have a romantic feeling for decadent

mediterranean landsca pes, I liked wearing ex pensive and extravagant clothes when I was painting. I liked dark reds, violets, and ultramarine. Iliked manchester, leather and silk, I liked collecting per fumes and scents. I loved my muses.

Love

How rare it is to feel this bond. To share one’s thoughts to, to be primal with. That’s not too little, or above. To be insignificant to every frame from every scene. To be delighted in this new shared dream. That is what it means to be free.

Veins of Virtues

When my heart cannot bear my veins, my thoughts dissolves into heavy fog, my hair loosens and falls like dust, when my eyes soften, sink and rot, and my face loses my name, I’ll look through death with a bold smirk, and open my palm like I once held my brush.

Bunny in red season

I can feel a claw around my heart, the moist, the red, the meat, I can’t help but unhear the tick, terrified and defensive as the bunny could be for rapid change and red falling leaves.

Silence

Silence between notes is music,

Silence between two people speaking is poetry.

Emptiness on a canvas gives feeling.

Simplicity is being truthful to beauty.

Mad opera

The sun and the moon were in love, like a mad opera. They played their tune of eternal time, meanwhile I was their devastated child. I witnessed nights with no shadow, as days without, I cherished the hour when they mourned and my shadow expanded like a child’s.

Hidden gems

Venetian canals at dusk, theatres and opera houses, gardens and labyrinths; Himalaya pistes, forgotten castles in Eastern Europe. black roses and ivory swans, Green oceans, hidden caves, and beaches lined with olive trees

Aquarium

Everything one says simplifies their unknown language. And their words might just be the mirror of your own, you won’t tell wether you’re staring into the eyes of golden fishes, or the people of your own. They will nod your head inside a glas pot, where the blue lies greens, and time swirls itself a fish.

Le baiser

I bowed my head upon your knee, consoled by the breath of your longing. A caress, they prostitute us to our needs. Like fever dressed in silk. That scent I knew, somewhere, a ringing lullaby.

Still Life

I yearn to be the dried flowers of autumn fields, curved with all its petals to a careless sun, to taste a delight, a bitterful ecstasy of light. Proudly improvised by nature, a magnificent still life,

I just love painting and drawing so much, it makes me so fucking happy and liberated, and the incredible privilege is that I can do it anywhere. No euphoria matches it, I feel renewed every time, I feel so rich.

I tell you this shit makes heroin look like wee

Just paint what you like and do that a thousand times and you’ll develop a coherence style.

When the sun sets in Florence and the sodium-vapor lamps turns on, and everyone’s faces gets shadowed, you don’t see the eyes, it looks generational, anonymous, it’s very poetic, you see young couples and friends on the street, and you see elders as if it were all a fleeting moment in a dream.

Engineer, Painter, sculptor, poet, composer, scientist, philosopher, film director, fashion designer, actor, botanist, chemist, architect, inventor, musician, entrepreneur, art critic, author, dramatist.

numbers

4, 7, 8, 17, 20, 21, 36, 57, 72, 89, 91

Designer (influences)

Dior, Vuitton

Colors

Ivory, velvet, white, beige, umber, paynes grey, olive, azure, wine, iris, vermillion, apricot, amber, amethyst, obsidian,

Literature (influences)

Rimbaud, Verlaine, Baudelaire, Fowles, Hughes, Larkin, Hugo, Dostoevsky, Hesse, Lägerkvist, Shakespeare, T. S Eliot, Goethe, Nietsczhe, Beauvoir, Schopenhauer, Proust, Balzac,

Directors (influences)

Kubrick, Bresson, Tarkovsky, Wenders, Lars Von trier, Lelouch, Lynch, Godard, Visconti

Fabrics

Linen, Manchester, silk, cashmere, moleskin, velvet

Painters (influences)

Caravaggio, Picasso, Cezanne, Hopper, Basquiat, Boticelli, Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Goya, Rembrandt, Delacroix, Davinci, Schiele, Caspar Friedrich, Rothko, Rembrandt,

Countries

London, Malta, Marseille, Zurich, Amsterdam, NYC, Washington, Dublin, Los Angeles, Crete, Ithaca, Poros, Athens, Dresden, Lesbos, Alexandria, Giza, Zanzibar, Cape Town, Rio de Janeiro, Galapagos, Warsaw, Siberia, Gold Coast, Lagos, Cambridge, Oxford, Bordeaux, Toulouse, Barcelona, Amazonas, Malaga, Alaska, Transylvania, Waterloo, Prague, Macao, Hong Kong, Bumros Aires, Rhodes, Black Forest, Delphi, St Petersburg

nothing that lacks friendship will hold

True love has no phony declarations, no big words, it is simply quiet and soothing

A decent drawing renders anatomy perfectly, a greater one makes you sexually aroused

Whenever I stop thinking about what I have and fearing losing it, and start thinking about what my actions could lead to or what I could achieve, I become less cautious and more courageous.

baroque grandeur, the Elbe, golden stone, classical music, old Europe, winter mist, art, and the quiet beauty, violinists, opera, archives, fog, blue hour, frozen lake, melancholy, conversations, wander, promenades, concert hall, rain

Colonial, Caribbean, tropical trees, pirates sailor, cabin, lightning, dangerous, free spirited thieves, expedition , discovery, coconut, monkeys, fire pit, sharks, diamonds, chests, maps, disasters

Bunny in red season

I can feel a claw around my heart, the moist, the gruesome, the red, the meat, I can’t help but unhear the tick, terrified and defensive as the bunny could be for rapid change and red falling leaves

What burned your first home, is typically what makes you irrationally allured and captivated by fire

I have been very vitale and pompous recently. I think it’s time to hibernate, I want to embody the lifestyle of a bear. Squeeze out some babies, contribute to humankind, and then settle down to a greasy sleep

If anyone wishes to see how the soul dwells in its body, let him observe how this body uses its daily habitation. That is to say, if this is devoid of order and confused, the body will be kept in disorder and confusion by its soul.

Unnamed

My home is a museum. All day dries late, and cancer is free in my veins, yet newborn branches still fight from its trunk, each plant in my garden has stretched free from its seed. Each plant is killed by a proust memory.

Love

How rare it is to feel this bond. To share one’s thoughts to, to be primal with. That’s not too little, or above. Nor disliked, liked but something above. To feel all burdens fall from your shoulders, to be insignificant to every frame from every scene. To be delighted in this new shared dream. To no longer feel fearful of truthful things. That is what it means to be free.

Music

Music is so rich in its emotional essence and imagination. That all your previous desires will seem excessive.

And your thoughts and feelings as a mere vessel, being forced by unknown forces

Treacherous slow death, time is merciless!

But when I saw your name, it released unworldly excitement, you preoccupied my labors and exceeded the yesterday pains

Vacance

Maybe it was the orange that I longed for. Maybe a night crowded with tourists on expensive dinners that I found amusing. There was salt everywhere in the old town. Maybe it was anger that formed cliffs. Well whatever it was I was captivated by it.

Consequences of irresponsibility

Like animals they come and stick their fantasy like a drunken bumblebee, and disappears without any sense of responsibility.

The skin is excessive, what matters is that my characters prevails

My will is more fierce and violent than any border. And I’ll penetrate through all borders like an aggressive knife

Have you ever dreamed so vividly that it feels unfamiliar to be at the place you are, your people, and your possessions feel out of space and strange?

We touched each other timidly through the night and then she wrapped her legs around and declared her love to me

Nights are more beautiful than day, because it is mysterious. We are more imaginative and projecting more of our own. It is simply more richly colored than some externalized star.

What’s truly cinematic about century-old cinema is that entire crews and public are dead. And in a way, their roles fills now a greater purpose, by being a stunt dollhouse, they inspire us to love one another.

Childhood is a time whereas meaning have no responsibility and is not faught. It’s created naturally by motherly and fatherly love , which is why it’s important to preserve some memory of childhood into old age

If people define you, that’s their problem, they are limiting themselves and their imagination and project it on you. You could literally be anywhere, everywhere and anyone

You can judge a tree’s magnificence by its persistence and ambition to adapt and survive in nature. There is music and movement in the branches. Meanwhile, trees with inborn benefits are more static and generic

Nothing is impossible if you live in it

When you’re lost on a map, the world seems rather to be a battlefield or a stageset, but usually it is just a fire fly

And without the illumination of this fleeting firefly would the entire forest be black

Experiences last longer when they are unnaccassiable, rare, exclusive, something unseen for long periods makes it taste tropical

Most authorities do not have real influence, they inflate. Like pufferfish, their power is a defensive display.

Isolation does to the mind

You can lie to yourself by issues, and visualize them in the way that you engage with it, and become inseparable to it.

I am more moved by a gentle smile and black eyes, full of pain than seeing someone scream.

All the greatest ideas comes from night, and in daylight they suffocate from the same old architecture, same norms, same old clothes, the same old circumstances

My hate is as deep as an anchor on a sinking ship, and I’ll drag down the entire ship to be set free

like the wind it’s everywhere and contains nothing, one step here and one step elsewhere

“Violence is nature’s law” says the man with an ugly tie and never heard a bomb. The cynical part of humanity is the justification of evil acts. Animal is the one who’s incapable of seing something beyond “animal” in another being.

lazy autumn,

the intoxication of burning leaves swallows me whole,

as the eyes surrender

to ochre’s warmth.

I have been defensive all my life, and always felt as I owed an apology to everyone, even to the most boastful and shallow creatures on this earth

Art has always been to me the rebellion against everything what was thrown at me, naturally I had a complex relationship with people and exhibitions

Jag har sett en fitta, det finns på halva jordklotet, jag känner till dens biologi och är ointresserad. Utelivet är som en stor köttmarknad av opportunister, det finns ingen ryggrad eller personlighet

Ibland efter ett långt passage där jag beskriver hela min dekadens och acceptans mot hopplösheten, och läser om, så får jag tårar i halsen och börjar gråta som ett hysteriskt barn i förfäran och tankar på min egen död överbelastar mig att jag blir inkapabel till något annat än att bara fortsätta

War!

Let’s orchestrate a war! paying homage to the old veteran, aged like fine wine in a masses glas. Let us be the ink in the tyrants autograph! let’s smear truths til day seize, let us never sleep! Firing into every spring!

Only the living writes horrors the rest is hostile

Det tragiska efter döden är hur man sakta men säkert försvinner och blir mindre aktuell, att ens familj och nära börja bråka om ens arv.

Det finns något fint/gulligt med att vilja få uppmärksamhet och validation från människor man ser upp till

Sometimes, after a long passage where I describe my entire decadence and acceptance of hopelessness and reread it, I get a lump in my throat and begin to cry like a hysterical child in terror, and the thought of my own death overwhelms me to the point where I become incapable of anything else but continuing.

You cannot weed the entire world, but you can your own garden. Tend it well, and in its beauty you may discover that peace is easier to find at home than in the company of others.

Lynch in Italy, Tutankhamun in the Amazon, moon stations in Texas, London’s grey clouds turning violet, Western cowboys in Hinduism, Taurus on Crete, giants drinking beer in Dublin, pirates touring the seven seas, a morning surfer in Los Angeles. I woke up in a helicopter near a volcano.

The last thing you will see me doing is to dance drugged upon a temple in Peru half-naked and then climb trees with monkeys in the amazonas and start a sect

Our free will is so immaculate, so broad, you could do million of different things, that could change your life entirely, just by minor decisions today you can change your whole life tomorrow

A pig is born on a farm, the pig can justify the landlords behavior based on his environment, and convinced himself landlord merely human, but his entire life his future is to become food for this man, there’s no one who peculiar is fond by him or cares about his future, but they want him incaged for their own benefit. This is how I feel about my position to people and humanity, and if I’m already incaged, should I learn to love, and is it wrong to be upset when the owners are happy

I could spend days not speaking to anyone, majority of stuff said felt like ping pong, everything was ping pong

I went into the uffizi the other day, saw Venus birth, and if I was 80 I would die of an heart attack., everyone here is so authentic and friendly. Italy is a sunbeam of grace and beauty

Someone can be in a bad phase, but if you’re judging that person, then you’re not much better yourself. , if people were kinder and more understanding, much of the neglect and isolation would reduce significantly

I am more myself than I have been in ages.

I have broken the chain. I’m back to being the reserved and introverted little boy I once were. There’s an infinite amount of love, poetry, and calmness within me now. No one owns me anymore, I am free

People want depth and feelings, but reject all kind of responsibilities or heaviness. It’s the paradox of our generation. We say we want love, but we reject the difficulties and responsibilities that shape love. We want more and more freedom but we never explore the means of freedom

A pig is born on a farm. He can forgive and justify the landlord’s behavior as being merely human, but his thoughts and feelings are obviously irrelevant. His sole purpose is to feed others. No one cares about him or his future. They keep him in a cage until he is fat enough to be slaughtered

Should it resent mankind, or learn to cope and love in order to improve his restricted life?

Some philosophies have such raw qualities and truths that can oppose any social dynamic, which makes them seducing but also incredible dangerous to embody, because if you peel off the facade of humanity you also willingly kill it’s spirit, and without poetry there is only darkness and primitivism

Love sonnet

I could love you harder and harder, and the love would never cease but only grow stronger, because the more I saw of you, the more was there to love

Jag är så passionerad till livet att du skulle kunna bryta mina ben och få mig handikappad och jag skulle gå iallafall, tills att benen lär sig att anpassa

if you’re a walking camera, recognize everyone as living cameras. When someone speaks do not judge their accent or lip-sync, do not judge their appearance whatsoever, but try to really listen and understand them, and you’d be surprised how marvelous, complex and deep people are if you let them

The first chapter is about breaking free from all chains and fleeing as far as possible, to be everywhere and meet everyone.

But the second chapter is about realizing that the rest of the world can be hostile, and that all you long for is something personal, something that reminds you of home.

What about the million displaced people? Kids running naked on streets with no shame playing football.

Small towns, diseased with plagues, responsible for epidemics.

What about the migration stress caused by internal warfare?

And the young girls being exploited for being born in the wrong hoods?

What about polluted air? And the homeless men with illegitimate pass? contradicting religions with camps?

And fat men picking up young men, making us hate for a gun, just to be efficiently eliminated by drones.

What do words do other than being surveilled and imprisoned by floated worlds?

The more oppressed a voice is, the more defined, the more beautiful and the more powerful does it grow

Painting is love, it makes me feel comfortable with myself and my idealistic bubble. Certain ambient silences ease the soul and it’s deep longing, making me independent of loud euphoric music, validation, ambition, people, relationships, lust, food, or anything else in order to feel complete

I’m so passionate about life that you could break my legs and make me a cripple, and I would still walk until the legs would start working on their own

Last thing you’ll see me doing is to dance drugged and half naked upon a temple in Peru,

Amazonas, jingling ropes, camouflage, venomous snakes beneath dark waters, colorful cologne, green rains, yellow nectar and butterflies, predator under heavy leaves innocence playing sweet

Plunderers arrive in generations,

take gold, names, and stories,

then vanish into dust.

Sacred artifacts

Pyramids live in severe heats, violent colds and eroding winds, dreamy scene, plunderers come and go in generations, take gold, names, and stories, then vanish into mummies, the tale is written in hieroglyphs

Man kan inte klippa all världs ogräs men det räcker att vårda sitt eget, det gäller att vaka över sin trädgård, och om man gör en vacker trädgård så dämpas behovet att vara runt andra och man finner ro i sitt eget

They provoke and trigger words all around me, and I feel exposed and humiliated like a bull fixated on a red tissue

Gun trades Hungary, Algeria, Utopia Afghanistan etiquette like the resting queen Elisabeth, she was a diva, American on the bra baddie on the back, had a lot of fun with the oily Saudi princes

I have spent more time studying music, film, and literature than visual art itself. I want to understand the structure of euphoria. I think art is decandancing, and I want to understand what is enigmatic about the other mediums in order to translate them into visual form.

It’s because of the classics, the modern, the whatever establishment that art is dying, rebelling for such cause would only make me look like Don Quixote

Decent drawing renders the anatomy perfectly, better one makes you sexually aroused

There’s no art work which is more influential, more immersive, more diverse, more complex, more thought provoking, more inspiring than mother earth

Seen authenticity broken by pretense,

Gorgeous people being born ugly,

Friendships built on greed and promise,

Convictions rooted in bliss and ignorance,

The unfairly treated with an inconvenient voice,

Cruelity justified by hypocrites,

Superiority among the neglected,

Humility dominated by weak leadership

And when I became impact, my disillusions shattered, my visions found again, I ran, abandoning my posts and notes, I promise one day I shall be gone, no rant should be heard, no head bowed, nothing but sweet paradise

Of course my poetry is contradictory I’m a Gemini lol

Fleeting Beauty

What was once a rose, pale skin and soft curves, now sinks into blotches and sagging weight. Once lifted like song, droop heavy and uneven, the pores stretched wide, sweating sourness. The face caves around the eyes, where damp sockets gleam dull. A stench of damp skin and faint rot clings close, as if beauty had been strangled mid-bloom and left to sour another perfume.

Art heightens life, then leaves one emptier like never before. I have an unhealthy obsession with music

Hidden gems

Venetian canals at dusk,

theatres and opera houses,

gardens and labyrinths;

Himalaya pistes, lost palaces and castles in eastern lands.

black roses and ivory swans,

Green oceans, hidden caves,

and beaches lined with olive trees.

I can feel it grow in me, I can’t help but laugh

Woman in black

A beautiful woman is present on the street, but I feel nothing but her tumbling sleep. Like a cockroach under a rock, on a golden beach. Like a seashell which will seep and drift by the crude sea.

Last visit

I felt the grains of the walls, the yellows detaching off the wall. I had for two years, eaten the same thing, taking the same bus, the same train, woke up late, and been there til the birds would sing, and the streets would be empty in early spring

The problem about existential crises has probably nothing to do with death itself, but the reality and neglect which makes us embody the dreadfulness of death.

Little star,

You took the boat out on the lake, drove around different minor islands that had been isolated for thousands of years. You think you saw a witch in her cabin.

You came to bigger fjords, to the sea, and there, with no horizon, it was flat and dark. You sat in your boat and trusted it like your partner, and we saw the bright ful sky.

Mutual chemistry does always feel immediate, like you two missed one another’s presence in your childhood. Some fall for fixed ideals and archetypes, I cannot help myself for seeing through it, it’s not romantic unless it’s personal

Treacherous slow death, time is merciless!

But when I saw your name it released unworldly excitement, you preoccupied my labors and exceeded the pains of yesterday

Little me running around, then I will have a wife I suppose. I really wanna be a good father, I’ll teach him everything

Earth

Greenland bleeding into the rising seas,

Antarctica’s ice cracking up in the middle,

Oceans swell like acid,

Forests being industrialized,

Rivers will dry up

Australia getting deteriorated by wildfires, and amazona being instruilized,

the extinction of evolving beings, scratched off earth like moss on ancient stone.

Only canon animals remain safe, what kind of job hierarchy is that? Do you take a rifle and shoot bunch of elementary kids?

Leaking oil by insensitive leadership.

Summers getting hotter? Erosion

and the soil itself dries to dust under trembs

While humans grasp at fleeting normalcy. Immigration

Like unrelenting ovens

the poets of our own demise,

Earth waits for no one.

I don’t care about your patriarchies or hierarchies, to me you are just a silly little clown who jerks to your own title. Humble me with beauty, not by authority.

When I sit beneath a tree, I start to reminisce and pay visit to old memories. I miss the fragmented air and now I just find myself sitting beneath this miserable tree meanwhile clouds passes me by, the whole earth passes me by

Oldman

He carries his violence quietly. With no appetite for old age, he stops eating.

He lowers his gaze, worn and distant, and meets his heartbreak with a strange familiarity.

She ran after the butterfly, and in attempt of catching it, she crushed it, so it is foretold that projecting too deeply on something fleeting only causes loss.

Parental hate for injustice

He was grinning like a pig, and I tormented his ears, trapped him, I was eager to slam him. He was shaking like a snake in two, meanwhile

I dragged him through the bloody floor. And I strangled him with all my might, I took a hammer and brook his teeth’s and spiked a screwdriver in his eye, I thrusted stimoulously a dolk through his anal and I enjoyed it more than he did. I cut his tongue like gardeners do assassin snails, parasites like him must be erased from this world.

Veins of Virtues

Aquarium

Desert

Arid, dry, sparse vegetation, lots of sand and rocky terrain, open skies, wind whistling, almost complete silence at night

Mountains

Thin air, chilling winds, dramatic vistas.

I could stare at your picture in a century, I am blindly in love with our promise, one day we shall go outside a church and throw out our flowers and bless the world with our presence! If one holds a lucky clover it is me, for everything is blank and I’m so happy!

Foreplay is but a long playful waltz,

aroused and gentle touches in the right places. Pores grows and adjusts to the rhythm. It is a dance to be mastered, otherwise music would not be there to praise it

In my world you can be whoever you want king, queens, tyranny too, you can pick whatever roles and colors as you like

“Violence is nature’s law” says the man with an ugly tie and never heard a bomb. The cynical part of humanity is the justification of evil actsz

Dance! Til hips can’t stand, celebrate and sweep the floors, young and wild, ordinary wildlife! speakers blast, heartbeats blast, goosebump dance with slangs, electrified glow, color blast, nightmares overload, electrified sound, drink it up, dance and stay up

You say you love me, but your affection and flirting is set by hesitation, you look at me like a poor actor on stage, you judge my lips when I speak, you get anxious and impatient when I get nervous

What kind of value does the words of an inactioned man have?

The desire for more is just the trouble of being. If you are passionate, curious and enjoying, you are not as entitled.

Only a living writes horrors and fiction, the rest is silence and indifferent

On empty cafe on late juin,

Empty classroom in early august,

Empty shore on the coast with canopy and mosquitos,

Empty neighborhood, new house, new place, new friends,

Last day of work, getting retired

Break up teenage love, freelancing

Sunny day, ice cream truck, running children and an overheating outdated computer

A sour mind is the result of a narrow mind

Realism without imagination is like having an expensive but conventional fashion style, the more you try the more ridiculous you look like

There’s nothing in this world as a good laugh and great sense of humor

My greatest joy was a yellow summer in July when I was in my 40s, in a cabin far from town, the cabin was located next to a lake and embraced by woods, my two toddlers were full of joy on the golden grass, we had given them everything in order to fill this occasional day that only happens once a year. And I heard my wife laugh full of joy with them on the tarasse and I felt the sun embrace my closed eyes and warmth of this lake, fishes passed by my feet and made me tickle a bit, I knew this would be the kind of memory to look back on

Experiences last longer when they are unnaccassiable, rare, exclusive, something unseen for long periods makes it taste tropical

Arguments become moods,

moods turns into verbal despair,

and the finest vocabulary and imagery prevails

Hold my hand and follow me, we must not wait for time is ticking

The psyche is very dangerous. We see things in front of us, consume them into our consciousness, and dwell on our interpretation until it becomes all there is. Gotta be very cautious about what we choose to consume.

What about the million displaced people?

Kids running naked on streets with no shame, playing football.

small towns, diseased with plagues, responsible for epidemics.

Migration stress caused by internal warfare, and young girls being exploited for living in the wrong hoods.

Polluted air.

Homeless men with illegitimate pass.

Contradicting religions with camps.

Fat men picking up young men like you and I, making us hate for a gun, only for us to be efficiently eliminated by drones.

And words- being surveilled and imprisoned by floated worlds.

Hidden gems

Venetian canals at dusk,

theatres and opera houses,

gardens and labyrinths;

Himalaya pistes, forgotten castles

in Eastern Europe.

black roses and ivory swans,

Green oceans, hidden caves,

and beaches lined with olive trees.

Your face was all wet. I hadn’t seen anything like it. Crystals sparked in your eyes, you looked so pure and sincere.

Your voice was mild, but I think if you spoke in a higher pitch, your voice would crack.

And I don’t think you wanted anyone to notice that

Days felt like weeks. It’s so quiet here, it is the most quietest place on earth.

A party on a yacht in North Pole, I woke up in new year with fireworks I was the only one inside so I went out to the deck and people were dancing and kissing and cheering

Tears clean the way you perceive the world

We cannot predict the future, but whatever happens, will turn into something habitual. Meanwhile we keep predicting larger events. I just don’t feel overwhelmed by the future, whatever happens, happens.

Can you stand at outside your home in freezing cold at 4 o clock? and the snow was all blue

The poor acts poor, the rich acts rich, the fashionable acts fashionable, the old acts old, the young acts young, and every country acts like their nation

Dark Forests

Deep and big forests has stolen my child, and I shout for hours searching for him

Vacance

The more oppressed a voice is the more defined, the more beautiful, and the more triumphantly does it grow

Bunny in red season

Night

Nights are more beautiful than day, because it is mysterious. We are more imaginative and projecting more of our own. It is simply more richly colored than some externalized star.

I live in the future so I don’t have to suffer and get upset in vain

Still Life

Lullaby

I bowed my head upon your knee, consoled by the breath of your longing. A caress, they prostitute us to our needs. Like fever dressed in silk. That scent I knew, somewhere, a ringing lullaby.

we need to break lego’s to see what’s underneath, and how it’s built.

Connection does not erase injustice, but it reshapes it into something better

little girl with a fierceful smile, a forehead of mysteries.

A solar eclipse in deep reds and dark browns as the mountains split apart. The wind carried the ash, causing people stop and witness the force of the sky. From these visions emerged thoughts of the Enlightenment and the French Revolution, and in the same way, the apes found strength in a stone and waged war.

The day I turned 13, I ran away from home. I didn’t want to be part of any tradition. Some things can solely be celebrated on your own, for others you are someone, but for me, personally, I would never again feel the sensations of life I had before 13

To be aware is to be trapped,

wedged in a tight dark vietnamese tunnel,

arms set against their own,

the head curled back like an animal hearing a noice.

Not knowing which side floods first.

Last in line in an absurd attendance hall,

bimbos balding,

thinking so loud and proud on their crowns,

before the ship sinks down

When in nature something reaches its final stage and stagnates it dies. Anything lacking a will to grow dies. Hope, like love needs nourishment.

I have seduced many fine ladies this evening wait til I tell them what year I am born in

Where am I? Is this my biome? Is this my home? Is this my story? is this my planet?

They will crunch you, slit you into little pieces, torn you apart and grind you under their feet, leaving you with unresolved resentment. And the next day treat the

It’s natural to be drawn to melancholy when the happiness is inauthentic , but what if happiness had depth, warm and came from real love

If we just stopped all this horseshit idealized sappiness, stopped yapping like a drunken bottler, stopped treating ourselves as aliens to our own bodies

I have wasted my life by preaching and being boastful like a beggar in hope of being heard, only the limited circle is pure.

The feeling of achievement and accomplishment is very reminiscent to finishing a video game

I perfectly recognize my imperfections and my contradictions that does not mean I can escape them.

I loved dreams, tired eyes, dominant black and pale greys, the unlogical and the supernatural, vampires, scarves, I believe in magic, the ancient laws, Englands foggy thick trees, ambient dreams, autumn

To reach happiness you need to sacrifice,

and what would dopamine be if it was easy? the carousel is necessary, throw me into the chaos

Give me your most honest self , your biggest fear, your ugliest self portrait, your horniest picture, your most personal memory, your darkest fear, your weirdest dream, your deepest desire, I want to see your soul not your craftsmanship

My art is all about my experience, everything that meant something to me, the people I’ve encountered, my favorite subjects, my deepest fears, what made me laufg

Do not act because life is brief, act for knowing what is not yet seen

By other words, hunt for new knowledge that outlives your primary insights. Never be stuck somewhere because of your mind, we’re terribly great at deceiving and lying to ourselves

Eradicate time with vivid experiences, dive deeper because reality is larger than what you currently know.