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!!! 

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.    

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. 

VIA NEWAGECULTURE

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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!