A suicide turned simple or thursday.

So,
the day was eventful. Here goes.

It all started the morning of the suicide attempt down the road. All of us either ran or drove towards the idling car fueled by the idea of rescuing its victim. The woman inside the car seemed happy despite her situation. She seemed almost safe from the world, hidden inside her small gas chamber [regardless of the terrible location]. The car turned into a sort of womb for when the worlds pressure just became too much. I could see the dark cloak of the night sky gently blowing over her mind.
It was a pure and safe place before the world started seeping through the unseen cracks. Even the strongest of minds have simple cracks.

I thought back, remembering myself a few years ago trying to explain to someone the liquid state of the brain. That moment between wanting everything in life to work out, and everything to fall to pieces. That was the liquid state of the brain, and this woman had drowned. She sat, blissfully gassing her cares away, inviting onto her the coldness and darkness. Begging to be enveloped. Her pure mind being blistered by the thoughts fighting to take shape. She wanted to depart.

When I woke up this morning, it seemed the day promised nothing but marking and sitting. Had this woman not decided to life our spirits by dampening hers, the day would have gone unnoticed. I find it funny how things work out, we dropped her and her broken spirit of, a husband or a friend agrees to take care of it. And we rush home to be heroes. We are odd creatures.
She was trying to end a life she loathed, and we took it upon ourselves to elongate it.

The events do not bother me, not nearly as much as my own mind now seems to do.
I woke up that morning, complained about the weather and my clothes. Things I can't change out of pure habit. The bad habit of waking up in a bad mood daily. The habit that smells up my neighborhood and is slowly seeping its way across the world.
The moment our alarms go off, our eyes open and our first reaction is to complain about the time the weather or the date.
I woke up hating the cold, hating my clothes and wanting more.


I hope this wasn't too serious. or lame.
Just something that tickled my brain.

peace and love fookers. <3

Things my brother should never have said. and pottermore.

So,

How are you all?
Today I am writing because I am sick and tired of studying.
English grammar can go die a lonely educated death. A death like only Plath could write I would hope. Plath or Emilie Autumn. We want darkness.

We are now in the 6th month in the year of our lord 2011.
No, kidding. Never before has a year been less lord-fueled.

It's kinda fucking sick how they put tigers in cages at big rap gigs.
PETA SUCK ME.

Pottermore.com was launched just now, and its sure to be amazing. I believe this fully.
But this follow the owls business, its only ever going to make me want to kill myself?
I can't fucking follow the owls, this is South Africa, all of the bloody owls have been killed and stuffed.
Unless you mean those silly 'camera owls' they put around malls.
Then I will enter first, because it's a known fact that I love dancing around in front of camera's. Especially security cameras.

Anyway, this is not going to be long.
As I actually have to return to my grammar grave. where I will slowly die. a painful yet poetic death.
or not.

more about my brother soon <3

I was thinking..

So,
this has been one of those morning.
Those wonderfully dull mornings where you sit around and do nothing.
SO, to ease my boredom, I've once again cranked up the Bjork and spun around my house wearing nothing but my Kimono and a pair of mis-matched socks.

But, even-though this usually helps me loads, I still don't feel motivated enough to consider social interaction for the remainder of this week.
I would usually start talking about some big issue regarding sadness and anger in the world.
But I am without anger for now. Oh wait,
I was very angry when my phone died. But as I have previously promised to never blog about my phone again. I wont.

Oh, a rat ate one of our birds legs last night, its fucking gross. and sad.
But like, how do you not notice your leg is being chowed on by some rodent?
Was he like, oh wait, are you talking about the time we flew over the cuckoo's nest?.. FUCK THERE IS A FUCKING RAT EATING MY FUCKING LEG. anyway, where was I? Oh yes.. the Cuckoo's nest..

Anyway, I danced. outside my house. with a friend/soul being. To lady gaga's Judas.
And was it amazing? Yes, yes it was.

Also, the end of the world is a upon us, and as i lay in my bed last night, covered by my blanket of queerness. [the blanket is pink and red with a picture of a dutch girl fishing on it] I thought to myself, why? This weekend is probably the best weekend I was planning on having in forever, because not only would I have officially voted for the first time and the new Gaga album would be close, but it had a Saturday and a Sunday. Both of those are my favorite days of the weekend. And now the end of humanity is ruining this for me, and many like-minded beings I am sure.
So, shall we protest this untimely demise of society and its ways?
Shall we fight to try and save what is supposedly the end of the world as we know it?

Or shall I crank up the Bjork and spin around in my kimono until time doesn't matter anymore. Until I eventually inherit something of some value that I could sell and then use the money to buy loads of pot and a ticket to anywhere but home.

We should vote on this.
Bjork-Kimo-Dance-Party
OR
Protest the end of humanity

Only you can decide. the fate is in your hands now children.

Oh, and btw. Im in a band now. its called. WIZARD VISTA and the UNDER-AGED DANCERS.
It's mostly a performance piece consisting of me and my friend Lara, my under-aged brother and my brother with real musical talent making mouth-noises that sound similar to Emilie Autumn songs while we do insane cool dance moves to Judas by Lady Gaga.

We also have devised a way of not even needing an audience, where we make turns to jump of stage during parts of insanity on stage and then cheering ourselves on.
We call this the self-cheering-circle-of-amazing-liquid.

I leave you all with this message.
For every person there is another person, but your current person might be my person and thus heart-break and agony are inevitable. Also, not even marriage can secure you and your love[r].

ps. smile fookers.
pss. use brac[ets] at awkwar(d) times. it confuses[] people.
and makes your sentences look more formal and fancy.
psss. drink too much. vodka gives you the same hang-over.

OH, before I go.
Vodka and Wine give you the same hangover but the person you wake up next to is usually different depending on what you drank.

psss. love and cheap hookers.

Religion < Love

So,
hi all.
How are you all doing? Im rather fine. ish.
I've been enjoying my weekend thus far, but i am being tested to my limits.
I am on the edge of killing my moms lovely parrot.

Anyway, this is not why i decided to blog today.
I was on youtube, cause i have no life. nor any friends.
And i was watching some stand-up comedy, yes.. all of this is true.
And i came across some clips of Shappi Khorsandi, the lovely Iranian comedian.

Check her out.

But anyway, so we all know how youtube works right?
You watch one video, this leads to another.. and well eventually you move from stand-up comedy to execution?

[insert ; i am on the edge of stabbing this fucking bird to bits]

Oh, anyway, execution.
I cam across this video.
Now, i will admit the editing sucks balls, and the music might be why i was driven to the state of anger i am in. But i doubt it. Its the idea of the idiocy of these people. Nations of stupidity allowed to be on our planet?
How can we let this still be a thing?

So, and as much as i wanted to stay away from writing a blog entry about homosexuality, or as we within society fondly recognize these beings ; faggots or dykes.
Funny. till its you.

Anyway, this brings me to the story of Mohammad Asgari and Ayaz Marhoni



Nice, their crimes might have been odd, or wrong. But the idea behind them being in this state remains the horrible disease they carry, being gay.
its terrible actually.[sarcasm font]

Funny thing is, they never actually even admitted to being gay.
And they were charged with the rape of a 13 year old boy, but Iran being the lovely pro-homo country it is, the whole idea probably just seemed more fun and well, easier to charge?

Regardless, to get to my point, the whole idea behind crimes of homosexuality is usually religion.
The Bible says this, that holy book says that..
But do you think the bible or your holy book likes this?
Do you think this is what Jesus or God Or Allah or whomever you believe in, wanted?



Cause if that's what they wanted, they've lost a supporter.

Now lovers,
imagine this.

You and your bf/gf are walking in the street, he's hold your hand, you are so happy and he feeds you fucking ice-cream, its sweet and old people look at you and fondly stare at their old husbands/wives and think "that was us at some point"
the ice-cream covers your smug smile and drips down you tight top and now your boobs are full of vanilla ice-cream. You laugh and he cleans your shirt for you.
sounds pretty cool right? pretty legit? pretty chill?

Now imagine that, and then you get killed :D
FUN RIGHT?



Here is they Key :

Homosexuality Legal
Dark Blue : Same Sex Marriage or as we like to call it, marriage.
Blue : a form of partnership, kinda like a strip-tease but a bit better.
Light Blue : foreign same-sex marriage recognized. We dont like it, but meh?
Gray : We wont kill you, but we dont think your marriage is valid.

Homosexuality is illegal
Yellow : Minimal Penalty
Orange : Large Penalty
Red : Life in Prison [uhm.. did they think this through?]
Maroon : Death Penalty

Jealous much?
Love is obviously a very dangerous thing, when there are too many tits or too many willies involved..
Like an explosion. But not.

Oh yeah, and the dark gray areas are like.. unknown. Take a change?
its like a lucky-pack for gay travelers. :D

Oh lets visit a gray area. we either die, or fuck around. Cause its either illegal or our marriage becomes void. FUN FUN FUN.

Want to do some more reading? HERE IS FUN READING STUFFZ

Now, before anyone attacks me or whatever, im not saying Jesus is bad, nor am i saying Allah is bad, or whomever you believe in.
Im saying YOU FUCKED IT UP. YOU ARE BAD. its not their fault that we are a bunch of fucking retarded space-monkey's.
Stop please dont send a message telling me im being mean and blasphemous, cause im not being rude towards a divine being. Im hating on religion, which btw, you can study and help create. Its a human thing. :D

Anway,
i feel a bit better now.
But im still kinda upset and shit.

Smile lovers,
One day all will be okay.
Love and Such.

ps. watch this, its amusing

pss.

Here are some more fun pictures.

This is Irans President.. and a friend. ;p.


Some cool art-and-crafts signs :D


This is how one should raise children..


And this one is one that makes many people in robes mad.



Anyway, im going to go drink wine now and talk about unicorns.
Oh, and
psss. If you try and cover the last pictures quote with "times change, not everything is relevant anymore"
Then you are basically saying The Bible is a computer that is updated as we need it to be, but can only be updated by me. Cause im the only one that is important.

And that, we all know. is not the case.

Love and such flower-children of the world.

Be Kinder. You are fucking up my world.

So,
'ello lovers.

How are we all doing on this dandy Tuesday morn' ?
Well, i think its Tuesday.. seeing as Rebecca Black never told us what comes after Sunday, we've been having to guess you see. its terribly inconvenient. horribly.

Anyway,
I gather myself here today to speak to you all about something rather violent.
Hate Mail.
Now, we all love hearing about it, perhaps even sending it [you little swines you!]
However, imagine receiving it, oh, i know, dont worry, so you get some angry replies to some of your hilarious tweets.. that doesnt make it hate mail love.
Imagine spending weeks, months and years working on a project, a song or a painting, a dress or a fucking baby, and people feel the need to bash your brains out about it?
Im sorry lovers, but i'd like to see most of us even attempt drawing a circle with eyes using a red crayon.

Why we feel the need to tell artists they suck 'hairy beanbags' i will never be able to comprehend?

I want you all to know, btw, that your mom and dad did a fucking terrible job of creating you, i could do a better job, they suck, your mom sucks hairy beanbags and your dad touches baby boys..

did that feel good? no, did not think so love.
Now, imagine thats what you get constantly? Well not constantly, but enough?

Im pretty sure its illegal, since its like bullying someone.
And when they snap baby, they snap.
Imagine an angry Emilie Autumn un-leashed into society? Oh love, youd better hide.

But what got me this upset about the whole hate mail thing, the Dresden Dolls.
Its terrible that people actually created an online community to BASH THEM?
Am i missing something here? They allow the mentally retarded online these days?
and by mentally retarded i mean those fucking boobs who actually take time out of their obviously busy [fixing everyone's work] lives, to create and comment on a bloody community invented to hurt someone?
Im ashamed to share the same coding as some of you. the basic coding that is.
the shit that gave me a nose and all that.

anyway, if you want to send hate-mail, imagine finding your mom crying on the floor in the kitchen, surrounded by pieces of paper calling her a beanbag sucking lesbian hooker with no tits and brains the size of your dads private area..
rather rude dont you think?

So, like for real guys, dont send hate-mail.
If you are concerned with something, stop listening or write a peaceful letter asking for an answer? insane ne? imagine peacefully asking for an answer?

Check out the whole community of bashers here - I R INTELEGENNNTE.


anyway, i love you all.
more than yoko ono ever could.
Smile fookers, life is short.

ps. the image is an example of a picture sent to the dresden dolls. <3
specifically Amanda Palmer.

pss. if you really need to be rude to someone, send me anger. I can take it.

I might have pushed it..

So,
uhm.. i might have gone a bit crazy in my previous post.
So, yeah.

Here Goes Nothing, lovers. ANC.

"Johannesburg - Western Cape acting premier Patricia de Lille was booed and shown "hand signals" while making a Human Rights Day speech at Athlone Stadium in Cape Town on Monday morning." - news 24

So,
how are you all?

Anyway, ill try and keep this short and sweet.
Im rather annoyed and fucking pissed atm.
The whole Human Rights day thing is a bloody good waste of time.

Half of our retarded nation cant even spell HooOoman-rittes.

So, the booing of Patricia de Lille today was rather unacceptable.
and you want to know what the best part was, you could see they ANC flags waving humorously free.
Great idiot, you can wave a flag, now shut the fuck up and pretend to be able to listen, hows that?
Also, waving your flag wont prove anything to anyone. Other than the fact that you are oblivious in many a sense.

"The commission views this as a disturbing act of intolerance which contradicts the constitutional provisions that guarantee freedom of speech and human dignity."

My favorite part, the peeps couldnt get the rowdy crowd do keep their illiterate mouths shut.. proving the usefulness and level of control our leaders actually have over their people.
FUCK ALL :3

this makes me giddy.
i feel impish.
i want to leave.

I am embarrassed by this.. horribly.
I cant believe this is the fucking image the world gets to see?
For real people, we are supposed to be a world standard country, but we cant even keep our fucking mouths shut and sit the hell down at a speech regarding your HUMAN RIGHTS? Ugh, CUNTry is what we are..

Anyway,
im changing my dreams at this time.
So expect to be annoyed.

Check down for the statue post, id like some more input bitches.

Smile fookers,
life is short.

More here : De Lille Booed - YOUR ANC FLAG SUCKS BALLS.