Via EnSusLenguasQuedo 

Via Canaloptique

Det är som när vågorna tillslut kvävs mot strandkanten

Inte nudda mark men det går inte att klara sig på riktigt

När allting utgår från ett slut

När det inte finns några rätta svar för att frågan alltid är felställd

Allt det som finns där men som ändå alltid blir

Och hen gör det igen och igen

Som vågorna

Kastar sig mot marken

Kvävs av sin egen existens

Via Arvida Byström

I remember when the first big reality show, Expedition Robinson (from Robinson Crusoe - a bunch of irritating Swedes sent to a deserted Island in Asia) came to Sweden back in 1997 and everyone started to ask that stupid question "What Would You Bring To A Deserted Island If You Only Could Choose One Thing"? I never came up with an answer clever enough. But now, after staying three weeks on a pretty much deserted island, I atleast know what I wouldn't bring; MYSELF.

And yeah, people always say They Need Some Time For Themselves, but it’s just a big fat lie. A copy-paste fake break up (without breaking up) line for all the relationships everyone’s too afraid to call relationships. And the few times it's not a tacky break up line, it's nothing but an annoying tourettes phrase from every shitty psychiatrist/therapist in the world.”Take Some Time For Yourself, I think YOU NEED THAT”, like a liberalist freedom commercial sponsored by Libresse. And then you stand there with a subscription of tons of purple pills that soon gonna make you crazy for real and you’ll Take Some Time Without Yourself instead, before ending up in a mental institution. But that’s another story… Or not really, but anyway… What I wanted to say was that Having/Taking Time For Yourself is bullshit, which one can figure out just by breaking down the language construction;Take Time FOR yourself. I mean ok if it reffered to masturbating, but it's not. It means that YOU, yourself, You as an Individual should do something about Yourself and YOUR life situation. Start to like Yourself, Your life and Your life situation. As it was only a personal issue. As the self wasn’t a part of the society. Weeeeeell fuck that. (The personal is political) 

I remember when my first therapist said that the key for learning how to live with yourself is ACCEPTANCE. I told that old hypocrite I rather kill myself than to start accepting things. And that if we have a society where people can’t live because they’re constantly dying we should start to change that society instead of diagnose all people with mental illness and make it an individual problem when it’s actually a structural problem. Fortunately I got a better therapist netiher sponsored by the drug industry nor liberalist propaganda. 

For is it really healthy to be satisfied? To accept the way things are, love yourself and appreciate life? I guess I’m rather (politically) depressed then, because the solution can’t be to stop questioning. I think we have to take ourselves outside ourselves instead. Stop seeing our own persons as personal and see how we’re constantly created and recreated in an interaction/reaction to society. Nothing is free

Corrupted feelings / Hijacked brains

So if you thought I was on this wonderful super amazing vacation or "taking some time for myself" I can guarantee that I’M NOT. But I do spend a lot of time WITH myself. Here In Nicaragua, in Sweden, in the world (wide web). And most of the time it’s actually pretty shitty and not fun at all. But it's not supposed to be fun. And it's ok to feel like shit and hate yourself and the world and everything it's made of because that, if anything, is a sign of mental health.

Via Canaloptique

I’m still here.

Or perhaps I’m not. In between as always / 2FACED1. Gypsie’s Mega Trip to Central America (second time) is ON and if I’m the (involuntary) border crossing master back home, I’m the no 1 border crosser criminal when it’s voluntary. Every time I tried to cross a stupid fucking national border on this trip I’ve had Security Guards up my ass (literary). Guess my travel style lookin like Eminem’s lil’ brother who just escaped juvenile detention -97 wasn’t my best idea ever after all. But now I’m here. In between all or nothing in an in-between-ship between life and the idea of life living in between to vulcanos on an Island in a giant lake in Nicaragua. And I walk on them deserted beaches listening to Alice Deejay and cry without tears and everything is fucking sad, beautiful and bizarre at the same time.

Och det är här nånstans det börjar. Där det annars alltid tar slut. 

Via Bloodyguts

Via Cuntroversy

Via Dontbeatardyfortheparty

Woooooooosh time is running fast and so does my brain, sewing machine and everything else in life too. Speed 4 here we go; fuck Keanu Reeve and Sandra Bullock I'm the action hero in this show. And yeah, I know I was a bore last year, but it's always like that when you say you'll give up stuff like smoking but end up giving up on yourself and the whole wide world instead. Still don't know how we survived last year, but everything indicates that atleast I must be immortal after both surviving being stabbed by a stingray and all fucking idiots. Anyways... Back to Speed 4 aka my life. Sewing my ass oss right now while packing my stuff n eating breakfast cuz I'm going to Gothenborg in like an hour. Have made a customized mini collection for GNUCCI's perfomance at P3GULD, so everyone in Sweden; WATCH TV1 21.00 tomorrow (Saturday) cuz 2FACED1's own GNUCCI's gonna blow up both Gothenborg and your fancy flat screen.