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.