Last week is a week 2 forget, it never happened.
My time line, behind me is my past, and in front of me is my future. My past is gone, I burnt it with fire and gasoline. My now is brilliant, my future is.

when you need your laundry picked up.

Time 2 b social, wife. Everybody is coming. Even our made is coming, and you know... I save'd all my dirty Laundry for her, even my clean stuff, I want her 2 organize my home in colors and size. Remember, how you have it outside shows how your inside is. Organized is key 2 stress free life. Paulina does that 4 us, but we pay her a lot. Sometimes I think we pay her 2 much, but whatever.

Even your cousin is coming, the one that shares your husbands age.

Everybody is coming, that crazy bitch we think is hilarious. Also my 2 blond friends from Oslo.

You should come 2.

C U

Summer, when I want.

Hi, fox I found us matching sunglasses, lasry made them using his hands.

Speaking of shades, I miss you like I miss the sun.

When the contrasts blend, beauty converts her line.

Please lady, stop listening to the same song over and over agin, your reminding us of the radio. In my world the radio sucks and eating is very boring.
When blended by different cultures, the mind understands it better, but my mind doesn't really understand, it is understandid. Do I make my self clear? I like it clear, but sometimes I get high of joy, and blurry is beautiful. So everything is a lie. My truth is true.

Fox, I hope you are real happy, 'cause happy is key to keeping it real. What is real? What are the ingredients in humanity? Atoms. We are the same material as poop, we are atoms. But the same material as flowers and nature.

So fox, stay in that box, l8er we can switch left socks.

U can't sell a wife for 20kr and let your friends starve.

Well, I just came back from fashion studies mixed with a beautiful picture, black and white, make amazing contrasts. My favorite combination of colors, ironically black and white are not colors. Coco used them gracefully, so much elegance. The movie Coco, Coco avant Chanel. A bit slow, but the pictures amused me. Coco's looks where interesting 4 the eye, I liked the why she moved her body, and the garment's, revolutionary. I'm inspired.

The wife and the slave, huh?... Scratching my head at the same time.
Should I fire them, no. I think they are interesting, different, fun. Both with a different style, I like it. I feel like I can control them better now that I am their big, bad boss.
Once I went to pick them 2 up, they had been out drinking on a monday. Both drunk laying on the sidewalk laughing like the nut cases they are. We drove past the gas station 2 buy ice cream 4 the pancakes Mrs. slave planned 2 make. Eating pancakes in the middle of the night with 2 drunken monkeys, it was interesting 4 the mind, and fun.
We used 2 eat 4 free at the café Mrs. Slave worked at. It was perfect 4 the poor, but it all ended. When the bosses found out about the big crime, and fired one of the girls. Mrs. Slave loved her job 2 much 2 risk it. Enough that shed let her poor friend starve 2 death. Exaggerating makes somethings funner to read, but where does the red line go, between a lie and exaggeration?
I used 2 drink coffee with the wife, we would exchange words, about how we spent the evening, the night b4. I'll tell her about my embarrassing moments, fun moments, moments, but mostly the embarrassing ones. Shed laugh, tell me her stuff, and life went on.

24 hours(party people) in Berlin

hello im the wife the fox in the box the glass breaker Berlin is mine and the weekend was totally funk just as i like it arrived 6 o'clock in the morning jeger for breakfast and straight to this club Panorama had some more drinks with friends and germans feelin really good dancing the music was ace they opend up the windows and he sun was shining in people dancing in the light they closed the windows and it was dark again good coz germans are better looking in the dark they did this a few times opend up the windows sun closing the windows dark everytime was sick i loved it went to after hours with some germans the time was not on our side had to go took the sub to our hostel rock n roll our norwegian friends were there already ready we swooped into our party clothes and went to this birthday party my friend had a lot of people not so good food some more drinks and table out dancefloor on and we danced went to this club no name i cant remember the sound was amazing i stood on the speaker at one point i was probably blown away went home had 4 hours sleep up taxi to the bus and home again 24 hours in Berlin was over can't wait til next time hope it will be soon coz i'm telling you Berlin is like nothing else

Fox in the box

I invited 2 new people, they will be interacting here on lawncegrass, not 2 judge or anything. But I think they could do a good job 4 me. Let me present the 2 Malmö chicks. My wife and her slave. Or let them present themselves. Ready steady & go.

Enough about others, back 2 me. Come over 4 some Swedish meatballs with cow berries and mash potato's funny Mexicans. With my mind uninspired I go out 4 some fresh air.

Pilumeflume!!

Till min glaskrossare....


Om du blir biten av ett djur måste du se upp med falska vänner.,..







So this is pilumeflume!!!! weiiyyidi

Jeaulous about the cows, not so much anymore.

It all happened suddenly, we went with 2 other Mexicans. The art was rad, we spoke about the war between the genders, and came up with a solution to the big gender war in outer space. It's not so strange considering the fact 2 their lack of gravity, and no hairdressers to be cutting and styling hair, no shops 2 find real cool clothing. No wonder they hate us, it's jealousy. Well you can't love everybody I guess, but you can respect each other, because in a way everybody is right, and everybody is wrong.
Accepting the jealous bastard in you might seem crazy, but just do. When your done doing that smile and be happy. Can't stand people who feel sorry 4 themselves, pathetic. I do it sometimes, but as soon as it's out their I let it go. Ill do 10 real big jumps, scream frome the bottom of my lugns and let it go. I'll scream: "god is a fucking looser, he does not exist, and you are a hypocrite 4 believing in him!" The I smile and count sheep. I'll wake up a week latter, and feel funky fresh, happy, my actions are now a blurry memory 4 me 2 write down.

When the cows realized their flight was canceled.

Freedom of PEACH

Raping my "freedom of speech"
Eating a peace of the peach
Squishy, soft a bit hairy
the sensation is sweet but scary

Free 2 write what I want
Expressing words as I hunt
just 4 the fur, 4 the heat
Just 4 me does my heart beat

I can what I do, so I do
Do I care, 2 who?...
Should I mind the gap ahead
A mind with out being said

"Should I mind the gap ahead"

We used to ride the boat around Stockholm's water, just another memory to rest in our minds.

Rosie goes and fuck's some dude from Nebraska.

Just because some people wear a bikini, it doesn't mean that it is summer. Because everything is an illusion, because everything is relative. Who is anybody 2 judge? I maybe think that these words, letters have a whole different meaning and say, to my mind then you. To Rosie they mean that I want her to go and fuck herself, not laterally. But to just leave this planet and die, save us some air. But what I really mean, is 4 me 2 know and 4 Rosie 2 find out. Same thing 4 you. Therefor the man drinking everyday and killing Innocent hippies, and church people, he is perfectly fine, nothing wrong with him, he thinks. While Jorge from Nebraska thinks that he is a fucking psychopath and should be sentenced 2 die.
We are all worth the same, we are all living on this planet for different reasons and with different conditions. But we are all so diffrent, DNA, nobody is the same, scientifically proven by the way.

Life is so weird when the penny's don't fall into place.

"Please don't use my new black hat when U kill Bambi"

Just came home from my big city, it's more pleasant driving our new car, now that it plays nice beats for us, I just wish it could play a song called wildcat, by; Ratatat, a real nice song. I think that it would suit my driving, real fast, but real smooth.

It used 2 be such a bummer, driving my ride with out music. You'd have to be instant talkitalking 2 the passengers, just 2 cover the silence, and the trips would seem longer. Once I nearly killed Bambi and some passengers, just 'cause she was standing in the middle of the my road, like a fucking nut case, right on this hill and my car was driving real fast. Because I, Me was caught up in conversations, I never saw Bambi (and it was dark 2). Since my reactions are that fucking wicked, I managed 2 stop the device right away, just in time to let Bambi unhurt, the device unscratched and the passengers with out broken nails. I promise you, if god himself would of been in the same situation, everybody would of ended up in flames, and by that I mean hell.

The passengers thanked me and reworded me with grose champagne from the sky's, we drank the sparkling liquid from crystal glasses Orrefors had made. Everybody raised their glasses, 2 me being the hero of the decade. Everybody dressed in green 2 show there appreciation towards me, I had black, cause the day was like a funeral, saying goodbye 2 the seconds as they passed. forgetting them 'cause the new ones are a bit more accurate. At least Bambi learned a real valuable lesson, my thirst vanished and my life sort of went on.

I bought my self this hat 2day, a sailor inspired ,black hat. My wife came back home from Berlin 2day, just so I could tie her on that leash of hers.

I hate it when she goes 2 Berlin with out me, I can't control her when she goes 2 that city. She becomes this party monster and will go bananas on the liberty. Like if she forgets that I have her on a short leash. She try's 2 leash me, but fails. I'm 2 strong and free 2 be leashed tight around the neck.

"dressed really slutty , but just 'cause it's real hot"

My wife used 2 be one of them. But she came back 4 a leash

I'll just go 2 someplace with out her. A place with palm trees and a private beach, right next 2 the party where everybody is dressed really slutty, but just 'cause it's real hot.

Accepting the double morality in me, keeps me in a stable bubble.

HAPPENING

I have this funny feeling in my body, something is going 2 happen, something already did happen. Everything is happening.

Short

Woke up on the right side of the bed, but it still felt wrong.

Berries

Swedish wild blueberries are probably the best berries in the whole fucking world. They r juicy, fresh, blue, dangerous, stains your body like black ink, but blue.

Just some pirates I used 2 know

I got my hair changed 2day, That guy from paradise hotel, ha-ha. Ha- ha's 2 me 2 4 knowing about him and his stay at that hotel.
He back stabbed this gorgeous lady with red lips and he kept all the money. He then opened a salon so I could cut my hair, when I live in Stockholm, that city.
He started babbling of how thick my hair was, I told him it comes from Mexico, and then he asked me to tell him bits from my background, I got annoyed by all his questions... Him asking me at 10 o'clock in my morning, so I lied and gave him one of my fake ones.
I told him that my parents used 2 b hippies, and we traveled the globe, lifting with pirates on there ships and smoking pot all days. While the pirates got drunk on Baylies and stumbled overboard. I always had 2 jump in and save them, sometimes they where 2 heavy 4 me to pull up, and Ill leave them 2 die (I never felt any guilt or bad feelings). I told him how the pirates always acted feminine, how they always fucked each other on there spare time, how they drank from fine glasses with their pinkie finger pointing out south. They always tried 2 reach warmer climates, places where the death rates of people dieing from coconuts falling on their heads are higher, then sharks freezing 2 death.
I told him about that time they took a wrong turn, and brought us 2 a small town north of Stockholm. We lost all our treasurers, luckily it was free 2 live their, but count with swallowing your dignity and being spit on.
I told him how Women where never allowed on board, my mother, my sister and my aunt where the only women let on. The pirates, all looked like Johnny Depp, when he acted in that famous pirate movie.
I showed him my scare from when the pirates mistook me from being a huge boat and he slashed me with that big sword, very dramatic since I started 2 bleed on my mothers white Lanvin dress. The hair dresser thought that my scare made my eyes look familiar and my hair thicker. I paid him with cash and left 2 my meetings and ate sea food at this michelin guide place in that big City. The food was good, the new car is rad.

Cleaning my shelf, a clone of me is just absurd. 3 is insane.

A picture will do fine, to fill out some empty spaces.

I thought a bout 2, but hadn't tied my laces.

I saw 4 of me, I became scared thought 4 my self...

That one of me is just perfect 2 hang on the shelf

Inseinar

"hej haft sex med en albansk kille förut?"-Skrev den albanska killen, utan skam hoppas jag.

Just came home from that big city, transporting bodies from base A to be C is a bit complex sometimes.

I always temped to spend my money b4 I need it. Especially when I'm walking the right streets, when the shops have items I want. It only hits my mind after items are in my bag, my receive is thrown away with that bubble gum Id just been chewing on. Sticks to the receive (like I do, to what I want) and the new surface of my gum is smooth paper with digits I think are weird (give me 4 free?) and the sticky is easy 2 throw away in the black bin.

Another complexity in my day was reaching people, my nokia is having difficulties connecting people. I managed to connect, had a beer or two with my connection, took my sub to my bus. The buss was full, I got to sit next to a stranger, and my taxi was waiting around my conner.

Pay the taxi and mission completed. Where does the money come from? Why did I know that there went a bus, and how was I supposed 2 know where that subtrain was taking me?

Questions like these are the ones I usually never ask me, only when I am really bored, with a screen in front of me, cat lovers singing 2 me and all the buttons with different symbols 2 press on, and the clicking sound floating with the rhythm, me knowing exactly what button to push and which not 2. Everything is function, everything is how it should be. When I have nothing 2 worry about, when my mind is clear, and of course after visiting the sky, and peeking my happiness.

The water broke, It made a big mess, a whole C of salty water. That cigarette was just 2 calm my nerves.

Also when I need sleep

If energy could travel as fast as I, it could b wireless

Once she droped it all in the blue, the light salty baltic C. I jumped into it with help of a blue trampolin, the cold water, I couldn't C anything, I swam up back to the surface, she yelled with her silly voice and pointed right under me, it was not a shark, nor a mermaid, it was her phone.
Imagine what a story if it would b Mrs Portman instead of Gigi. Instead of the phone it could be a diamond ring from the 80's.

Gigi & friends

Sometimes all we do is bounce all day
We like it that way I guess...

Speaking about rings and diamonds, infinity. Reminds me of me, I'm going round and round, in that ring, strong and shiny, never ends, does that mean that I will never end? Must be boring never ending. I will reach my nirvana some day, but it is not going to be "nothing" nor empty, I well be the 70's.

Speaking of seventy, seven, the days of the week, the amount of shoes I own 4 the moment. Well, seven seven seven, there is no heaven, there is no hell. I want 2 b a b in my next life. So many people I want 2 sting, 2 bad I there's only one sting. Who will I sting, ABBA, definitely, I hope it doesn't matter the fact that the are 4 people. I'll just sting you in the eye.

God bye

Gravity makes my box round, I get around easy.

When I decide purple is my hair

I just deleted my playlist, I hate it when accidents happen.

the bouncing devise is so much fun 2 jump on, makes my legs strong and firm 2.

Also I b came a farmer last night after eight haze. Just a hobby I am creating. Mostly because it is so much fun, and also cause everybody needs home made plants. I died my hair purple, but just 4 the attention.

Then I realized how purple the color made me feel, but I tone down the purple with neutral clotsh, mostly black and whites, but sometimes I go bananas on the colors, but just enough bananas 2 not b 2 much. Other times I use the scissors to change cloth I think are dull, the I mix them up was other stuff and everything is funk, rock and I roll.

I tempt 2 do that allot, but sometimes I feel so square, and my rhythm seems 2 stop. Shapes are fun, being a circle helps me roll, but sometimes I need 2 slow down and I become a bit square. In my 3d square I temped to stand outside, and I look at my sexy fox inside my box.

Wow, I love 2 jump, gravity rocks, but sometimes I wish there where no gravity 4 I love 2 fly. I wish my date doesn't create jealousy, my wife is a crazy bitch sometimes, that fox.

Big guns when I go 2 Paris

I use 2 be all caught up and trapped in my dramas, it gave me no time 4 swimming or creating, no time 4 living. I was so dramatic, that I even wrote small pathetic poems. I publish them here, a bit embarrassed, but c the irony or c what u want.

"Feeling sorry for me" "stuff" seem 2 b popular across the world and over. Titanic, or the other movies where characters die, fall in love, are ugly, family issues... The list is endless, I laugh now days when I c silly dramas ex. Gossip Girl, Sex and the city, scenes when it feels like the director was aiming 4 some tears 4 the viewers, I bet that he gets them though. Some times it becomes a bit awkward when I c dramas and shit at the theaters, solitary laughter in a crowded silent room, with good acoustic.

The poem, half of it, and another one. I'm not sure if u can see them, corruption a cored.

Hearts thorned to peaces of raw meet
Shivering from head to feet
Communication killed me
Morals, norms I cant be
No where to escape
Just places to get raped

Beauty turned old and Grey
We are not gay
Drama, my tale
I feel so pale
That World, spinning to fast
I'm always he who comes last

A blur of drugs
Rotting, my soul filled with bugs
People I cant understand
A country witch isn't my land
A culture I feel no pride
I wish I could hide

No balance between reality and fake
My mind is awfully baked
Only red pills I eat
choices are made as we cheat
I used to be me
Also... I used to see.

Loving the hate out of life
Leaving it not once, but twice
Understanding in my own way
I am great, they say
“They” is nothing I care
Cause after all... It's all about me and what I wear

Loving the hate out of me
In the end it's not about he or she
Knowing, being secure of who I am, now
Not caring of what to do, or how
Freedom I try my deepest dance
Knowing it will give me another chance
Once in a while I fall
Doesn't matter, I am tall

Hating the love out of you
I'd rather line up in cue
Knowing it leads to no good
One two three I touched wood
One two three, loosing time as it ticks
Nothing you have will ever fit
Nothing you are will I be
Time for me to listen and see.

Choose life, but spare it the Drama. Fuck your wife. B careful with what you create.

I amster'Dammit, in the night alone.

God, that room was dark, everything in it was my creation. Then I got going, I tried to get me over to another part of town, but, dammit!... I was walking a huge circle. I ended up in a box right next to the dark one. Not disappointed at all, in-fact... The new box I created was even better, my body drained in adrenalin, made my mind go bananas. It had red, soft lights, blending me as I fallowed the rhythm... Music 2. The shame was disintegrated by every breath I took my feet felt like feathers and my hands like fluffy clouds.

I left, even though the box was pretty sweet and charming. I was so tired from being up all night (and from all the walking of course).

The city never went to sleep, my streets where never empty, I was not lost, I was curios. Made me forget to pay attention of my view. The people sawn by me, the ones strumming the streets with a blurry destination. With a bit of fear on that red road, the streets never stop tasting as organic flower holders, the smoke brings love.

A stranger, dark skin, same hight as me, black tennis shoes with the sign of peace on them. A dark bitter voice asked me if I wanted to buy some cocaine, the way he asked was like if he had been using the same sentence over, and over again. I bet he made others horrified. I didn't react so much, just made me thinking about the drug.

Luckily I remembered my code to the card that gives me money now and then, I had 2 pay Mr driver, he told me to be careful with the seats as I got in, he took me a way, wrong and far. At least I saw some new views, and it was nice being derived. Karma hits me when I least need it, like the apple that fell on Isaac Newton, made him think about gravity. My incident made me think of what I should say arriving home at ten o clock in the morning, being gone all night and sober.

Well I managed 2 get my self home, everybody was still asleep, and my adventure was mine. A bit sad I never took the red box with me.

But in that big city, you are never alone.

The sharp shark, gravity failed her boobies. Rolex 2 show me your time

Nothing made her smile.
like a painting, white walls...
She made my mind, spread a one, mile...
Lady in red, don't touch my balls

Lady in red, behave
Your heart shaped head
I wonder if you ever shave.
Lady in red, should we go to bed?

The shark showed me her sharp teeth, lemon was just a factor floating

in the suspicious mind of Dr. lonely. The bumble bee's looked a bit

repulsive, and a bit dangerous, very furry, like the green stuff once found

on Mrs Coalfields old cheese (but black and yellow). Talking about ms cold bitch, her boobs

always bounced up and down. like juggling two footballs with her rusty knees.

You could tell she did it on purpose, 2 make time fly I guess. You could see how

sexy she felt, good 4 her. I always wondered if she had anything beneath the fake fur, she claimed

2 b an "exclusive no labeled by coco and the channel". I never argued with her about that.

4 the consequences was a slap on the face with raisin looking boob. I live my life with consciousness.

Rule nr one, the only rule I choose not 2 brake, the I stuff her withe old cake.

Luckily 4 me I managed 2 escape that disaster of town up their. Snow melts and people seem

2 not want 2 change. I change all the time, every second of my life I gain a bit more of natures

knowledge, and time doesn't exist, just the illusion 4 fancy people, adorned with costly jewelery. Rolex.

Sheets malfunction, a view 2 die 4, Amsterdam and my wife's in Berlin.

The sheets on my bed do not match the paint on the wall. But it doesn't really matter, still I wish I hadn't boughten the lime green ikea sheets, or the one with pictures of food and chinese letters that forms graphic lady with out any face, just the body. Kinda turns me of, like the smell of rotten food or fake people. Well, I love that I just have to walk five steps and Iam out smoking, meditating, jumping running, dancing on the big garden and a swimming pool. It is perfect in all ways, but those fucking sheets. The room is blessed with 2 windows, sky, blue, white and greens are the colors witch I can see right now, some red too.

 On Tuesday I go to Amsterdam, I wish I could go with my wife to Berlin 2, but quality time with my family is funk 2,  Also the meetings, business and so on. Not 2 mention the deep relaxation and pot, mixed with clubbing and a shot, or 2. Paradise on Earth, the water in a newly flushed toilet. The sparkling water I stream in my soda, or the salty ocean breeze, pacific. My car, my perfume, my sweat. The Sugar in sweet. 

 

I spend

the time I give to me, spending my time on being as happy as possible. Then I take a walk to mona lisa, admire that fucking face and move on, to my higher levels. There Hwhores Cried and t-bagged each other. I was frightened, scared of seeing beautiful people breaking norms. L8er I felt a bit pathetic 4 feeling bad. So, I became that whore and T-bagged the shit out of all the whores(with out crying)!. Never will I let norms decide over the feelings I am feeling, and now that mona is sawn, my life continues. On and on and on. 

That time

It was connecting, it was being very rad. Fashion stays inside the outside, remarkable how the system is strong enough to in-tale all the people walking around like puppets drinking coffee and they love to stress too.

   My blather is neurotic all the time, she reminds me of the times we loved alcohol, I  lost the mind, most of the many times. I forgot how it was, not feeling poisoned by alcohol, and all the times I flushed down my phones, the deep drains where always damp. 

  I miss the times me and my wife used to dance. I lived by the streets in your small town, mostly waking up in stairways half naked and freezing cold. Well the dancing was fun, speeded freaks bouncing up and down like monkeys in cages. She used to close her eyes, and the way she moved the body like jelly fishes, being reborn but with legs and hearts. It stings you right in the eye and you go nuts. The light used to blend me now and then, the dancing floor wad sticky and my shoes got stuck to the fucking floor. It made me pissed off and really fed. Somebody, was always buying me drinks, my hand was never empty. I woke up, funky fresh, another drink and I was back on track. Fun times, then I realized that I was god. I loved having control, I need having control. Creating my life drunk on alcohol makes weird choices, which I don´t approve. But sometimes once in a while I like loosing it on that square of rock, and I roll.