'Cos we all have dreams

A sticker on a van which seemed to be finger painted all over.

Guarded (cultural) activity

This is from Midsummer's, the traditional bonfire by the water, insanely cold and the whole thing was guarded by security guys and a rope. Like people would go near the fire like moths, mesmerized by the heat and light, and actually burn themselves. Or like lemmings blindly following each others into death by fire.

Ridiculous.

Really.

Is this how we are supposed to actually have a cultural experience these days? The Finnish society wants to secure us from harm, even from our mothers and fathers and from each other. We are supposed to be in a soft little bubble, without any knowledge of actual real life happening. We are supposed to be interested about Wacko Jacko's imminent death for days and days (Google give 66 800 000 hits on "michael jackson death"). Who gives a fuck if that wreck for a human being dies? Yes it's sad, but so are starving babies and China's totaliarism too.

Really, what's wrong with the world anyway?

Helsinki Pride 2009

Evidence

Mike Patton is a God. I'd go straight for him.

Chill

Not a bad day to take work outside.

Where's my shit?

Oh that's why the Finnish post office doesn't always find me!

Rooted

A work of H.R. Giger on an island on the coast of Helsinki.

The best I can get at the moment

"I love you, but not all the time"

You should give me cookies, then.

Hyvää juhannusta

Näin hämätään ruotsalaisia..

Humalan tympeässä olotilassa muistan kaikki ne elähdyttävät tilanteet kännissä, jurrissa ja umpitunnelissa kun metron pierun hajuinen lämmin hönkäys muistuttaa kaikista niistä illoista jolloin olen ollut elossa, olen onnellinen, huoleton raukka, pikku tyttö kesäisessä riemussaan joka haluaisi uida yöllä alasti ja syödä hattaraa jonkun vatsalta.

Very probably unprobable

The only lesbian joint in town and there's a pregnancy test in the toilet bin.

Up yours Mother Nature

Weather: +6, wind 12/s, rainfall.

Damages

"I was here".

Ay caramba!

@ Helsinki Samba Festival

Mice and men

"Vahvin argumentti ihmisen arvon puolesta on ihmisen pitkälle kehittynyt kyky tuntea onnea ja kärsimystä. Jos tämä kyky on kuitenkin myös valailla ja elefanteilla, niitäkään ei saa tappaa eikä niiden elämisen perusteita tuhota. Syy ei ole siinä, että me ovat harvinaisia tai kauniita vaan niiden toiveena on elää--. Tiedämme kovin vähän sammakoista ja lintujen, kasvien ja meduusojen tunne-elämästä, mutta toisaalta tiedämme edelleen kovin vähän myös itsestämme sekä omista toiveistamme ja intresseistämme." - Richard David Precht

About that warm and fuzzy

We chat and talk, chatter and babble, endlessly, moulding the world around us with witty words which bounce around in the corners of our sense of humour, like a cangaroo on LSD. I feel my arms and legs strecthed out before your eyes, awkward as a teenager with a body grown tall too fast: don't really know what to do with it. I sit and curl my arms close to my knees and try to catch that spark in your eyes which seem to appear more often these days. Every time I make you laugh I want to kiss you, lean my head onto yours and hope that the warm and fuzzy feeling inside me would magically transfer into your head and you'd understand why you make me so happy.

Literally cheap

The Kallio library had book sales... *wide grin*

Hey ho Silver!

Happiness during summer is measured by the flees between my teeth.

Je suis fluffy

Ones love for their hobby has sometimes exceeded inspirations.