Burn churches, not ciggars.

Burn churches, not cigarrs.

I refuse to fit in your society, why would I choose to calmly join in with the stupidity? Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus I hate them all. I’m tired of their bullshit, I’m tired of their fucking gods, and I fucking hate them all.

So fuck you fuck you fuck fuck you fuck you, and fuck everything about you.

I’m not like you; I refuse to be a fucking drone. I refuse to be a fucking sheep; I won’t sit down calmly and raise my hand. I won’t wait for my turn. I’ll stand up and tell you to go fuck yourself. I’m tired of this bullshit; I’m fucking tired of the lies. I hate you, and I hate everything about you.

So fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you, and fuck everything about you.

I hate you and I hate your system. It doesn’t matter which party is in power, they’re all fucking liars. Politicians are nothing more than fucking pimps, and you, you’re their fucking whore. You take their big cock of lies and promises up your ass every single fucking day. I’m fucking tired of you, I hate you and I hate everything about you.

So fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you and fuck everything about you.

I’m tired of the lies, I’m tired of Jesus Christ, I’m tired of it all. I just can’t stand this shit any more. I just want to see it burn, I want to burn it. I want to dance in the ashes of this system, and these fucking people. So fuck you, fuck your politics, fuck your commercialism, fuck your faith, fuck your children, fuck your hobbies and fuck your god.

I just want to see this fucking shit burn burn burn.

Don't fear the reaper, fear the sheeple.

Gandhi-SHOT-Lennon-SHOT-Trotsky-Iceaxe to the head-Ronald Reagan-WOUNDED! Something is terribly wrong with that. Lennon, Gandhi, and Trotsky are killed. But Hannah montana has her own fucking tv-show. Fuck this shit, I'm off to the woods.

The revolution is now, turn of your TV and go throw a rock through a window!

An American consumes 30 times more then a Indian.

I feel like burning something, preferably a bank.

Shit like this piss me off. I rarely get mad, you can call me a cunt, insult my mother you could most likely punch me without pissing me off. But injustice on a massive scale always gets my red Bolshevik blood boiling.

I did however get really really mad yesterday. I was showing my mom a band I really like. I didn't expect her to like the music, I expected her to actively dislike it. She did hate the music, but she surprised me. She disliked the message, and that really surprised me. I threw a snide comment her way, and I resumed searching for cheap boots. But she threw one back, she mocked them for staying true to their cause. I went completely berserk. I started screaming at her, calling her such things as a "whore to the capital" and "a socialdemocratic pig". I marched out of the room, and threw the door shut. I can't stand when the sheeple mock a artist. Something is terribly wrong the the consumer mocks the producer.

I thought I might help the newly arrived immigrants. There are four simple rules, if you follow these you'll do just fine in Sweden.

Avoid eye contact, go to absurd lengths to do so. If it means you'll have to watch a dog rape a sheep you'll have to endure.

Don't voluntarily interact with your neighbors.

Don't move and/or talk in the line at the store.

Don't sit next to anyone on the bus. It doesn't matter how long you'll have to stand. It's not okay to sit next to me on the bus, that's almost a conversation!

I'm jumping to a new topic, and that's the bus! Buses are fucking incredible. They're smelly, dirty and crowded. Yet, it beats walking. It actually doesn't beat walking at all, I'm just lazy. And judging by the sheer amount of people on each bus, I'm not the only one. It's so funny, we're supposed to be a social species, but I don't see any communications between the people on the bus. We're of the same species, we live in the same area, however we don't even look at each other. We're confined to a small space, but we MUST AVOID CONTACT with others at all time!I'm not going to pull some fancy analysis, I just find that extremely funny.

This post probably sucked, but blame Daniella. She forced me to write it.

As previously stated, I sold out without getting paid. Aren't I just fucking brilliant?

20% of the worlds population consumes 80% of the resources. We're a paradox of a sane society.

I'm sitting here and thinking about violence. I'm not talking about physical violence, there's other sorts of violence. At least I think there is. Violence to me, is hurting something. In that sense, you can be violent to yourself. You can act violent by eating shitty food, or drinking a lot. Or there's the violence we put our children and young people through every day, forcing commercialism down their throats.

I was talking with a couple of classmates today. It was fun, we all got along a lot better then we usually do. It's nice to see old social barriers being knocked down by good old fashioned socializing. Anyways, some of the girls went shopping during our lunch break (fucking stereotypes). I simply can't understand their behavior, they didn't buy anything, so why go shopping?

Could it be because we're raised to be consumers first, and humans second? I think it might be, we associate happiness with spending. If you want to throw that perfect dinnerparty you have to buy the expensive meat! If you want to have extra fun when you're playing, you gotta have the new "ULTRA-EXTREME-INSERT RANDOM BULLSHIT HERE!"-toy.

I just can't understand those girls. I can't go shopping, it feels like I'm being sucked down into a shallow hole of commercialism every time I enter a store. But I guess that's what I have to pay for the whole "Angry communist"-thing. It's hard, I don't dislike these girls. It's quite the opposite, I enjoy their company. So it's hard to say "I find their behavior stupid and shallow" without feeling bad.

On the outside shopping is great. You trade some digital numbers or paper for merchandise. But on the inside, shopping is disgusting. Our welfare and wealth relies on the third world being poor. Someone has to work for basically no pay, without the Chinese children our economy wouldn't last. That's a universal truth, someone has to be exploited. There's a saying, I heard it in a course in marxism. It goes like this "If the factoryworker can afford what he's making, it's time to move the factory". In other words, if the workers can afford the ipod, they're getting paid to much.

We can all probably agree that the capitalist system is unfair, and that's without getting into how the banking system works.

Our system relies on problems. If we manage to sustain a world peace, the weaponindustry wont be able to make money. The factories will close down, and millions will lose their jobs. If we reach eternal good health for every single human on the planet, the medicalfactories, ambulances, doctors, nurses etc will be fired.

Lets face it, commercialism and capitalism are simply wrong, and it leads to poverty and oppression. We should do something about it, the keyword is should. But Idol is on right now, and for some reason I actually give a shit. Lets put the revolution on hold, I want to play some more World of Warcraft. And that's exactly what keeps this system alive, the apathy and stupidity of the masses. The only thing that can save the planet, is a informed, intelligent and critically thinking population. Good thing we don't have one, otherwise the economy would be fucked. For gods sake, think about the economy!

People prefer to hear a bourgeois-whore telling them to buy proper fur. They're more concerned about Brangelina's marriage then Lissabontreaty. But it's not entirely their fault, if you grow up watching MTV and eating chocolateflakes for breakfast, you'll end up thinking in the MTV way and giving your children chocolateflakes for breakfast. The world is turning into a policestate , but we're to busy watching millionaires give us a tour of their house.

Peace, love and all the other hippiestuff.

There are many things I want to write about. Many thoughts unprocessed, just waiting to burst out. It's time to lower the pressure in my head. It's time to write.

It's quite complicated, and I haven't really gotten it straight inside my head. But the writing process should help me get this done with. I want to talk about three things today. The evolution of thoughts and ideas, being different and something that's quite far out there. I can't really define it, but if I had to. I would say it's a silent communication between to entities.

I enjoy conversations, it's probably the closest thing I have to a hobby. If you could call talking a hobby. But at the same time, the thing my heart desires most is a relationship without conversations. The relationship between Totoro and his friends, is what I want. The silent, but oh so complex relationship.

I have an image in my head. It's me and another being, it changes every time I see it. Sometimes it's a small bird other times it's a girl. We don't talk, we never ever talk. We don't even look at each other. We just walk, we don't share a common goal and we don't necessarily know each other. But there's a bond between us, one that I haven't figured out yet. But it doesn't matter, because this question shouldn't be answered.

But there's something which binds me and this being together, it makes us more then the biological machines we are. It's the thing that separates us from the world we live in, for better or worse. It might be the human mind. It might be love, it could be hate.

It's the beauty of not knowing which makes this special, without the lack of knowledge it would just be two people walking.

And I think that's something every human have, the thirst for understanding. And that's what makes us all the same, no matter how different we are. Because we all seek knowledge. It might not be the knowledge taught in schools, but we all want a deeper understanding of the things around us. Thinking to yourself "Who the fuck stole my sandwich?!" is a thirst for knowledge.

Now to the next topic! Being different, and not in the "I dress in black and talk about pain every now and then"-different!

If you know me, it's likely that you've heard me rant about blogs. I generally dislike blogs, and bloggers. But I don't dislike them just because they're blogging, I dislike them because their blogs are pointless. Their blogs doesn't really do anything at all. They're just there, obstacles on the path of individuality. I decided to make a blog, even tho I don't like blogs. Because I wanted to do it my own way. I thought I could do it better then the 15 year old girls. That's the reason I have pictures of Totoro, instead of myself. That's also the reason I choose not to have any advertisement on my blog. I wouldn't make any money anyways, but the act of being different is enough. The decision to not have any advertisement is what's important. It goes hand in hand with the bubble idea (see earlier entry). You can do something that everyone else does. And if you do it in your own way, it doesn't matter if it's a lame thing. That's the kind of individuality that's good for you. That's what we all should strive after, to reach a state where we truly do things in our own way. A state where we're not different, we're just not the same.

I think I summed that topic up quite nicely. Now it's time for the evolution of an idea! This is something which has always fascinated me. I started thinking about it, after I heard Bill hicks say it in one of his shows. If you don't know who Bill hicks is ,you should check him out. He's the best stand-up comic of all time, nuff said. I didn't know what he meant, so I sat down and thought about it. And I didn't figure it out until my sister once explained how she thought. It was quite uninteresting, because it was like listening to someone telling you about their dreams. I wasn't there, it didn't actually happen and I wasn't involved, I just don't care about your dream. Anyways, I realized that Bill hicks and her were talking about the same thing. How you reach a decision, and how you generally think. How your thoughts jumps around in your mind. They're all bumping into each other until one of them sticks to you. And then you start thinking about it, and it's the winner. The winner of the thought-lottery, the one who got your attention.

I'm not going to read through this, but I hope you can read it. Peace, love and all that hippie-stuff.

Bubbles bubbles bubbles!

In this post I'll share my thoughts on the issue that's been all over the news lately. BUBBLES! Prepare for a long and pretentious rant.

bubbles, I live in one. I'm not one of those people without a immunesystem, quite the contrary in fact.

I like to think that I live in a mental bubble. It doesn't matter if I do or if I don't. The idea of the mental bubbles is what's getting me through the day. It's a mental wall, and on the outside there's commercialism, capitalism, shallowness, rudeness, religion and so forth. To sum it up, the real world is on the outside of my small, but significant bubble.

My bubble was created through hardship. I used to fight and argue against everything I disliked. However, fighting the false reality we call the real world is serious business. It's like throwing pebbles against the great wall of China, in other words: it's practically impossible. The thought of never being satisfied caused me great anxiety and depression. It's hard disliking everything you see, it's sort of like carrying heavy weights around all day. I was becoming darker and more cynical for each day. A friend of mine pointed this out to me, by calling me "bitter-cunt". She wasn't saying it as an insult, it was meant as a joke. Atleast that's what I think.

I actually kind off enjoyed being called bitter-cunt. I was forging an identity as a bitter and cynical person. And I was so deep into the bad circle, that it made me feel good.

It all changed a couple of weeks ago. After a fairly boring day at school I went to a vegan cafe.The cafe is organized by a friend I've started appreciating more and more. I met up with a couple of friends and we started talking. It was a truly wonderful afternoon. I can't remember the conversations, but I remember the feeling. Many things made it what it was. But these things stood out.

-I had a very long conversation with a girl I've known for 17 years, but never talked to. I don't even think I said hi to her when we walked by each other. I thank you for the joy I felt when talking to you.

-The feeling of being surrounded by people you truly liked and appreciate and at the same time hearing them express that they liked and appreciated you back.

-The feeling of the walk I took with my oldest friend. We didn't do anything special, we took a simple walk and played some football at a schoolyard. We discussed society and alternative art.

But it meant a lot to me. But doing something different mattered to me. Not taking part in the activities of society meant a lot, not getting wasted, not going to a party and seeing young girls dress up like whores to attract shallow boys.

Instead of doing that, we were in my bubble enjoying the simple things. And that's the hard thing with live, to enjoy the simple things. Anyone can find happiness in expensive cars and trips to exotic places. But finding happiness and peace of mind in a walk with a friend is truly special, and it's such a pure form of happiness.

I found a home, and that home is my bubble. All these people are a part of my bubble, my shield against the reality I don't wish to be a part of. The bubble is a way to live alongside a society you actively dislikes, without pain. But sometimes the real world penetrates the bubble, and that's when you need your friends to repair the damage.

This entire text feels really cheesy and pretentious, but it's how I feel. I decided not to use any names in this blog. I wont mention any names for several reasons. The readers will most likely consist of 90% people who know me, so names aren't necessary. And because the beauty disappears if you use names, the beauty of the persons personality disappears, and you're left with a name instead of a person.

For all the people who truly make my life the joy it's been the latest months, I thank you.

I sold out without getting paid.

I don't know what I wish to achieve with this blog. Neither why I'm making it. I generally dislike bloggers and blogs. Yet, I'm sitting here. Writing my first entry.

I guess I'm trying to reach out to people, to let you know what I think. This blog will not be about what I wear, or how my day at school was. Neither will I talk about some random celebrity's latest scandal. I'm not here to entertain you, that would just be a pleasant side effect. I decided to open this blog to get to know the real me, the me who arises when I'm writing. This all sounds very pretentious, and it will be just that. So come with me, and explore the unknown parts of my consciousness.

I've been thinking a lot about men in general. And how I don't want to be like them. I've been feeling this way for quite a long time. But the shit hit the fan this Tuesday. I was sitting at a meeting after our radioshow. We were discussing how we could reach out, and get more listeners. The idea of going to schools and handing out flyers and talking to people arose. Two guys loved the idea. Because they wanted to go meet all the slutty girls. And I was just so disgusted, I hate those guys. I hate guys in general, they're often shallow, stupid and mean. They're all around us, and I just hope that I'm different.

I often wish I wouldn't be different, life is easier if you just go along with the flow. But I've tried to be different, and I've found people who accept and like me for who I am, not for who I try to be.

This pretentious message was brought to you by Gustav.