The pencil and the sword: vol II

I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR ADULT CLOWNERY!

A depressed dominatrix

Could it be that I'm now into something different than what I used to claim of sexual experience when I was younger?

Violent psycho v.s. writer?

You need to get another obsession than me, like knitting or embroidery, or something useful that's not a danger to other peoples health, both the mental and the physical.

Envious bitches: vol. III

That's right! I'm not done with you envious bitches just yet. Far from it! Nothing's over until the last word is spoken, and I can assure you that the last word will forever be mine. I shall, despite you're not worthy of any kindness, tell you why. Because YOU ARE CHICKENS!!! Yup! That's right! You're…

Envious bitches; vol. II

That's right! I'm talking to you envious bitches again. All of you who're not capable of seeing other peoples friendship prosper and be fruitful, especially not someone you've spend years stalking and get to know, so you can be as destructive as possible in as short time as possible just because you rodents are unable…

Envious bitches

That's right! I'm talking to you! The envious bitches with nothing better to do than to wage war against others because you just can't help yourself and all the hatred you carry, but are unable to control and unwilling to deal with in therapi. Exactly! All you bitches who're not fit to admit your flaws,…

The silent treatment

A ruling technique of evil doers in relationships were silence is used to suppress the other part of a given relation, wether it's work related, between lawyer and client, lovers, family members, friends or any connection where cooperation and dialog is a necessity for the bond to work proparly. The silent treatment is meant to…

My Queendom has arised

I have ended my abusive relationship with alcohol. I still have a beer now and then, or a sip of my home made cloudberry liqueur, but the obsessive feeling of "must have" has stopped. I believe for good. At least it feels like it's for good, and I have learned to trust myself on that…

The awakening of the first born

I feel an unassailable strenght within the depths of my soul, a solidity of spirit that nothing can defeat. Like the walls of an ancient temple, complited in marble, damaged by wars, but rebuilt and sealed with Roman concrete. Indistructable, unbreakable and everlasting. Created to survive the fall of sivilisations and the end of time,…

The pencil and the sword!

When I was younger I was an unyielding defender of satire as the best possible form of critic of authorities and oppressive ideas, cultur and laws. I still am, uncompromisingly defending the right to ridicule ridiculous abuse of power, or attempt to abuse power in any way that can not be explained with some sort…