I think it is wrong.

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.

Mos Def.

Lot of dangerous necessity that people seek without regard
To where they are, the human heart
is curious
above all things,
the lights are low
your eyes are bright
the music, makes it sweet delight
Its out inside, I'm feeling right
your dress is tight
I want you right now

Scribbles of a window.

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?



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.

So you can't search elsewhere.

Girls like me we don't run free.

Girls like me don't grow on trees.

Hilarious, honestly.

Will make you go "aww".

Doesn't it look so sad when they stop scratching its head?
Just plain adorable. 
See more funny videos and Cute Animals Videos at Today's Big Thing.


The phone keeps on ringing.

(But it is not you.)

It sucks.

How it does not matter if it is not you.

If it is not you on my display next to 'is calling'.

Fuck you.

Fuck you and your shit.

Fuck me for believing in it.

Fuck my stupidity.

For me for keeping on making the same mistakes.




Fuck me for trusting in people.

And most of all.

Fuck this.

I do not deserve this.

And you do not deserve me.

And you should know.

You should know by now.

It is not me, it is you. (It was always you.)

The number.


by Ignacio Lozano.

Playlist of today.

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.)

Note to self.

Dark Stuff

By Tim Noble and Sue Webster.
Made from garbage and (unfortunately animal bodies.)

There is a god.

And he just answered my prayers.
These bracelets must be the best thing since sliced bread.
Now I know what I want for my birthday.

Can be bought at Firma.

Mountain Goat.

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.

Sloth bear.

Speaking of buttons.

Coraline, not Caroline.

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.

Woulda, coulda, shouldn't. (= won't)

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.


By James Cooper.



Two days after Siesta 08. Me by me. Edited by me.

Malmö streets.

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


If we can not do it, then vem fan kan?


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

Me, Autumn 08. By me.

Summer 08.

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

Cannot get over these.

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

She does not know.

.. 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.

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

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.

Getting this.



Save the Devil's last dance for me.

"Tell the truth. Tell the truth. Tell the truth."
I will tell it like Keane once did.
For a lonely soul I am having such a nice time.

I ease my heavy heart with the cure of smiling eyes.
I soothe my busted soul with the therapy of empty pursuit.
I wish I did not, you know.
But that is all I have ever done.
And all I know how to.

So treat me like the Devil on his best days.
Because that is all I know how to crave.

They say you never miss a good thing until it is gone.
I was never entirely good.
So what will you do when I am gone?

Wasting time.

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.

Take it from Wednesday.

One who defeats.

Gummo. (Yes, I would.)


By Christoph Martin Schmid.

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