CEO and Post-Emo's

gmt — Sun, 20 May 2012 10:22:49 +0000

Vogue Italia Beauty 2010, Photo: Emma Summerton

Sitting here listening to CEO's version of Halo like another post-emo douche -2010. But it's ok. Decida n Spoek keep up The Rockstar Life quota here on 2FACED1.com anyway, so I can just as well sit here in my white tubesocks n a t-shirt from H&M "sports department" like a depressed teenager. Atleast I don't have to go to school like real teenagers as DotheDabo-Alex. When I'm finished getting punished for my latest act of incurable impulsivity, I promise I'll never ever do anything unconsidered in connection to heteronormativity again.

The punishment for the act of incurable impulsivity

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The Result of a Right-Wing Society

gmt — Tue, 08 May 2012 18:22:53 +0000

Via Malgasy

There're very much anger and nervousness in the air right now. The anger because someone just stole my orange's I forgot in the laundry room and the nervousness because of an overdose of feelings that might be extremely hornyfied which means that I neither can discuss them here nor handle them myself. Therefor I'm gonna tell you about this orange-stealing thingy instead... I bought some oranges cuz I got some crazy orange cravings cuz I'm a PMS fuck up and went straight from the grossery store to the laundry room. Then I of course forgot the oranges in the laundry room and didn't realize it until like two hours later. And when i got back to the laundry room to get my lovely oranges they were totally gone. The only thing left in the room was a thirty-something suit-dude who looked at me like I was mental when I asked if he'd seen my oranges. Actually he didn't even answer if he had seen my oranges or not, he just looked at me like I was the fucking moron when it in fact was him who was the non-answering moron douche. Anyway... Since he was such a douche I mumbled "I'm sure you was the one who stole my oranges", which made him look at me like i was mega mental instead so I just left with a loud sigh like any upset orange drama queen would have done. And since everything in my life can be seen as an objective reflection of society, this is a fucking perfect exampel of the result of a right-wing liberalist society aka Sweden 2012. Filled with suit dressed righ-wing liberalists who love the police and long prison terms but who steal oranges in laundry rooms and are chronical tax evaders! Well Fuck Ya'll - You gonna die first thing when the revolution comes aka soon!!!

Stolen oranges and assholes

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May Day and the Revolution(ary) Porn Movie

gmt — Thu, 03 May 2012 11:16:09 +0000

Via Fleur-De-Saison

The epic Eva Dahlgren video with Stellan Skardgård / 1991

Don't know what I've said or done the last week but I've listened to Eva Dahlgren on repeat, been pissed off and cooked risotto with 3.5% beer. Then it was May Day aka International Day Of Riot and I hoped we would occupy that fucking Swedish Castle (800 empty rooms) once and for all, but we just sang songs about it as always. But atleast Swedish activists looks pretty good these days. It's like everyone finally cut off their (and mine) disgusting dreadslocks and started focusing on politix rather than about how we look.That's a big fucking lie of course. But it made me start thinking about what an extremely good "porn" movie it would be if everyone just started fucking with each other there on the streets. If we just stole the batons from the cops and used as dildos. And everyone fucked boundless in all of its meanings. Reclaim the Streets goes Reclaim the patented Sexuality goes Fuck fest!!!!! I'm def gonna settle this for next year's May Day. Just need to talk it through with my director partner (in crime) aka Gregg Araki.

Riot don't diet

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Instagram

gmt — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:44:10 +0000

The skin we live in / Instagram three years after everyone else / The creating of a fucked up reality

I've only had Instagram for a week or so but I'm alreday seriously traumatized. Here we're all grouching over how fucked up the world has become n power structures n yadayada hither and tither. But then it's lunch/coffee/whatever break and time to take some fab little Instagram photos of the fab little life with its fab little lunch/coffe/whatever. And then we wonder what the fuck is wrong with the world for a while again.... Well, maybe Me And You And Everyone We Know in this headquarter of reproducing a fucked up romanticized Instagram reality are the fucking problem! Ok, I admit that I thought it was MEGA that everyone and everything looked like Hey-Im a Supermodel-And-This-Is-My-Super-Fabulous-Life the first day too But then it was just disgusting. You and your healthy sandwich / beautiful nature / nice smile in the sun creeps the shit outta me. Seriously, what are you/me/they/we doing? What kind of lives are we living? What (world)picture(s) are we producing (of ourselves)? Yesterday's Instagram feed felt like a mix of The Hills ft. Entourage ft. ELLE. And this is supposed to be the real life, and the one of people I know as well! Wanted to kill my whole (disgusting western-world) being and take all of Instagram's photogenic postcolonial capitalist asses with me down to the grave.

The headquarter of reproducing a fucked up reality

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THE 2FACED1 HOLLYWOOD STORY

gmt — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 09:36:07 +0000

Me and Decida -95

The 2FACED1 crew always tell the stories of everyone else's lives and backgrounds. But when it comes to talking about ourselves, we have a tendency to disappear underground. That's not only because it's creepy to analyze yourself, it's also because me and Decida have a very secret past.. So today it's time to give ya'll the True 2FACED1 Hollywood Story! The secret behind "Nick" and "Aaron" Carter, "me" and "Decida".

Me and Decida were originally born in New York and grew up under the names Aaron and Nick Carter. Yes, what ya'll always feared is in other words true. We are/were THE Nick and Aaron Carter!!! And we were two spoiled brats too. Thought we could do anything and decided to be popstars almost directly after we popped out of our mother's delicious pussy. So we recorded a couple of ridiculous songs, become MEGA stars and planned to live the happy-white-priviliged-heterosexual-westernworld-man's life with all its benefits ever after. But then something happened... We realized that the world wasn't fair and that we couldn't go on with our lives being a part of- and reproducing an oppressing and unequal world order. So we decided to change... We fixed so we were adopted into two different families in Sweden and then we stopped to be(come) men and started to try to be(come) persons. It hasn't been easy and the struggle continues. But ever since, we've questioned everything we are everything we're not, everything we become and everything we're afraid to be(come). The only thing we've kept from the past is actually the style. And the haircuts sometimes....

Gmt, Aaron, Decida and Nick

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Blackeberg By Night

gmt — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 10:17:39 +0000

Behind the Scenes - photos by me

Our photographer friend Miranda Ivarsson needed some help for a school project so me and my former travel partner The Magic Stick went to Blackeberg centre for a late night photo shoot. While waiting for the perfect darkness we were hanging out at the local pizzeria and it didn't take more than five minutes before some dudes asked us if we came from a circus. Ok that Stickan was pretty dressed up, but I wore my fucking everydaylife clothes. I told them that we were aliens who had come to earth to eat all narrow-minded men and then they shut up. Anyway... Magic Stick acted excellent super model in some old DIAGNOS stuff and a few other goodies from my wardrobe that I quick styled her in. Never thought she had such a kicker inside her, but she CERTAINLY had! (A true 2FACED1 of course) I'll show you Miranda's amazing pictures from the shooting when they're finished.

late night photo shoot

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INSTAGRAM

gmt — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 12:08:24 +0000

VIA CANALOPTIQUE

BY ROBERTA REBORI

VIA ?

I've got a big fat crush on a hawthy that lives hundred billion miles away from here and I've become a cheesy bastard who wear the ring the hawthy made for me like a fucking wedding ring and we already call each other "baby" and I've no idea what the hell happened. So now I'm trying to distract my love-fucked mind by creating an Instagram account three years after everyone else but it doesn't matter that I'm a retarded hipster cuz I got cool so everyone thinks I'm cool anyway.

just another retarded hipster

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The Personal Is Political

gmt — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 13:03:45 +0000

VIA NEWAGECULTURE

VIA HISTRIONICENLIGHTENMENT

via ALLIWANTISBETTERTHANYOU

Read through my old blog and realized that I can't write anymore!!!! Or ok, I can write, but not like before. I’ve become a scared lying bastard. An introvert wimp. The uncensored version of life has been censored. And what used to be a politically and artistically approach now feels like a personal dissection of everything I am and was. So I can’t write. And if I do, I write like this impersonal coward writer who just as well could start a food blog, vote for the (HYPO)ChRIsT(E)ian Democrats, shut up and die. But now when I’ve admitted this in public I guess I have to promise there’ll be a change. Because if this gonna work I actually HAVE to make a change. So I'll say this once again Mom, Dad and Grandma - You have to stop reading this now. The scared lying bastard version of Linn has to die! The new uncensored version of the delicious gypsie ass is here!!! Welcome to the show!

- but I’m a fucking wimp. (to kill the scared lying bastard)

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HOMECOMING

gmt — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 19:10:37 +0000

I’m back home again. Not that home feels like home anymore, but that’s the never ending 2FACED1 story. A body in Sweden, a cunt’in India, a brain that is everywhere and a heart I’ve no idea where the fuck it is. Sold it on Ebay -93. But I got the Aaron Carter haircut and fake FUBU jeans so i don’t care about my feelings. Rather look good than feel good anyway!!!

FUBU pants and Carter haircut

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I'M STILL HERE

gmt — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 12:24:26 +0000

BY? UNKNOWN

Hello lovers! I know that some of you might heard the big twitter rumour that I’ve got bitten by a Sting Rock and died. But it’s not really true. Ok, the Sting Rock and the mega hardcore super bite were definitly true, but you can erase the part where I was supposed to die. Big thugs don’t die you know. Especially not by Sting Rock bites. I mean, some of us even survive gun shots n stuff ffs… So I’m still here in other words…But I’ve had a pretty busy vaccation lately. I mean, when you’re on vaccation, you’re busy just by eating and sleeping. So when it turns up more things than that – you’re fucking B to the U to the S to the Y.. And that’s what I’ve been. You see, first, I got a seduced by a German super fuck. So then I had to fuck all the time while not eating or sleeping. And then I fell in love with the German super fuck’s Deutche Luftmadradtze (air-madress you can have in the sea). So then I was busy with both:

1. Fucking the German super fuck while not eating or sleeping.

2. Organizing the BIG stealing of my new big LOVE – Die Deutche Luftmadradtze, while not eating, sleping or fucking.

And that’s hell of a lot of stuff to do when you’re on vaccation. But when the BIG day came, aka the day when the German super fuck would leave and I had to start my BIG smooth criminal stealing plan - The German super fuck just said that I COULD HAVE DIE DEUTCHE LUFTMADRADTZE.

And I can tell you, there’re not many stories in my life with happy endings. So remember this one next time when you masturbate and think of me. You can even listen to "Float Away" (the song that was played in every Snowboard movie 2004)to make it XXXtra real.

Float away

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