love me and come back tomorrow

How suddenly when media cannot make money out of Michael Jackson
because he is now dead, praise has started heaping in like never before.
Cause I, I do remember the time when MJ only stood for something positive.
I am not surprised the pressure pushed him from the edge.
So why did all of the accusations somehow turned into glorification at 
the 25 of june, the day when Michael's life ended?
It is all a big swindle. 
How can people look past this brainwashing?
Everything that is today positive about the king of pop, 
was what initially killed him.
Media buried Michael Jackson.
This upsets me.
All of the honour is only another paycheck.
Some new headlines and spreads.
Since when in the last five years have you ever seen positive news featuring MJ?
What the fuck, people. 
Realize that media and hypocracy go fucking hand in hand.

Do not get me wrong.
I think he deserves the praise.
That is not what it is about.
I am not claiming his innocence, I am not calling him guilty of anything.

I just do not understand why people can not see that this is wrong.
And in this monkey see monkey do world - now all of the sudden 
Michael Jackson is potrayed like a hero in the media. Like never before.
Everybody took advantage of him when he was alive.
And it did not even stop when he did.

I see the MTV memorial hours and all I see is money.
Money money money and lies lies lies.
Magazine editors going:
"The people want Michael Jackson, so let us give them Michael Jackson."
That is what I see.

I would go crazy.
I would go crazy if I was extremely famous my entire life.
Not saying that Michael Jackson were.
Just saying I would.

So Rest In Peace Michael Jackson. 
Some days, you rocked my world.


From Google.

I  d o   n o t   c a r e
a b o u t    w h a t
I    a m     d o i n g.
A s   l o n g   a s   I
a m  n o t  d o i n g

            y o u.

You are my déjà vu.

But you are brand new.



You can drop the drama.

But I will flip the script.

You never loved him did you?
You never cared, right?
You never loved him did you?
So what is the fuss about?

4 DAYS
3 DAYS
2 DAYS
1 DAY
DOOM'S DAY

My inside is a concrete wall.
Where nothing escapes and nothing enters.
So how is it that I feel constantly polluted?
Poisoned with you.
You lurk your way in, where you should not be.
Where you do not belong.
Like you have found my vulnerable point.
My Achilles' heel.
So how do you do it?
How do you bring tears to my face
that has been trapped for decades?
Why do I keep finding you in the deepest
corners of my heavy mind?
I thought you had vanished.
But clearly you live on.
Yet I am glad this is only in my head.

Lightspeed Champion - Everyone I Know Is Listening To Crunk.
Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross - My Mistake (Was To Love You).
Alice In Wonderland Soundtrack - All In The Golden Afternoon.
Pogo - Alice.
Ratatat - Wildcat / Loud Pipes / Seventeen Years / El Pico.
Sophia Somajo - Fighters.
Gloria Gaynor - I Am What I Am.
Depeche Mode - Wrong.
Armand Van Helden - NYC Beats.
Jeremy Irons - Be Prepared. (Lion King Soundtrack).
Maia Hirasawa - You And Me And Everyone We Know.
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Sad Girls Por Vida.
Fox N' Wolf - Claws Against Knives. (Todd Terje Remix)
Prodigy feat. Ping Pong Bitches - Girls.
Outkast - Idlewild Blues.
Rilo Kiley - The Absence Of God.
Salt N Pepa - Push It.
Wicked (The Musical) Soundtrack - Defying Gravity.
Cats (The Musical) Soundtrack - Jellicle Songs For Jellicle Cats.
Jenny Wilson - Let My Shoes Lead Me Forward.
Jackson Five - Blame It On The Boogie.
Diana Ross - Ain't No Mountain High Enough.
Cansei De Ser Sexy - Superafim.
Belle Biv DeVoe - Poison.
Aretha Franklin - Son Of A Preacher Man.
50 Cent feat. Nate Dogg - 21 Questions. (Yeah, I just like it, okay.)


Only because Space Is The Place. (Picture from Hubble.)

A quite majestic animal.
I agree with my friend, it does look like it is supposed to stand on its hind legs.
It looks like a creature in greek mythology.

Me and Oscar saw the movie Coraline.
I have seen it once more after we saw it together, though.
Anyhow. I strongly recommend the movie to anyone.
It is better than you think.

Down below is two pages from the real graphic novel Coraline by Neil Gaiman.
 

The worst part is that I would have liked you.
But if I let you go, I let you go.

What you do not understand is every time I see you,
it is the same as looking into her eyes.
I see her betrayal and I see her win.
And every time I see you, everything flashes in front of my eyes.
That is why I let you go.
It is not you, it is her. (but yes, that means it was you too.)

Not that it matters now, it is simply my explanation.
For myself, because I never knew why I was so stubborn.
Until I looked into myself and everything fell together.

You are Nothing than the stench of lies and deceit.
And I hope you realize before everybody else does.

From 07 or 08. Me by Frida Ardby, edited by me.

Hate on me, as much as you want to.
You can't do, what the fuck I do.

Me, Autumn 08. By me.

My brother and my auntie's dog. By me.

Christian Louboutin for Rodarte.
Killer heels that might actually kill you. Gots to love that.
This whole collection is astonishing.

.. Why the letters that spells his name suddenly feels everglowing.
.. Why she suddenly wants to know him, even though she has never seen him before.
.. How he can feel present, when she knows he is as passing as a summer breeze.

So he is gone and she is down there.
And I bet he is just fine.

But she has come to cope with being in re-bound world.
It was quite lonely there though.

She wishes him to be onesided and illusional.
But what is there if it was not the thrill of him not being so?
Probably a whole lot, yet not enough.

She is tired of being blank.
Mostly, she is sick of being tired.

INDIFFERENT INDIFFERENT INDIFFERENT.
They do not need to speak, just stop her from shaking.
Her intentions might be selfish but they are never bad.

shedoesnotknowhedoesn'tshowshsshhddssnttknnw.
Like lost pieces of the almost finished puzzle.
Scattered Scrabble letters.

So you can shake her words up.
Twist and turn them, and spin them around.
It does not matter when they are lost anyhow.

Every day is a different mess.
Another unfortunate decision for momentary bliss.

Her mind is her cage, where she sits like a pet rabbit.
Casually gnawing the corners, hoping for escape.
But still trapped in the unpleasantness that is her norm.
When she is there she does not know who she is.
Maybe some day she will break free.
Snear someone in, who can let her loose.

So here her words ends like they begun.
  .y h w    w o n k    t o n     s e o d     e h S
And that is how she will keep it, until it changes.

He should stay where he is true.

Under some oath, I have no idea why it is holding its hand up that way.
It looks very Star Trek though.

 
Gummo. (Yes, I would.)

By Christoph Martin Schmid.