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Sorry about the poetry bullshit but I swear I'll start posting proper, reflecting blog posts again. Just kinda fell off the edge lately face-first.

Bruised knees bruised knees
Give me fucking bruised up knees
Blahblahblahblah

When I'm sitting on the wall covering my bullshit palace of incomplete downloads
and dreams about running from the cops again
Sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy fuck myself all over the place

Pacifist V is a zombie give me Deli give me death
Give me speed give me excitement give me trouble
Gimme gimme gimme I need some more
Gimme gimme gimme don't ask what f-f-f-fuckhead fsfdoiasdrhjfueifhklsdafjløadjfalscCRRACKKKKKKKKZASHITZNIK.

Pacified myself all over the place
Who would have thought I would live to see my own future?
Who would have thought your hard, slimy member would penetrate me and I would accept it?

Not me, that's for sure.

I can't write about lost love, I can write about blowing up buildings.

Die! Then we're even.

So yeah, new year, new conflicts, new situationist comedies and new b-b-b-b-BULLSHIT.
Recently my life has been focused on getting arrested in the tenth richest town in norway by yet another band of hating Mallcops, I really do feel pity for them... I've also been reading a lot and been to a few protests against the Gaza holocaust. Last thursday I had to run from two cops with teargass. It was pretty fun, some kids smashed a McDonalds, all located by Oslo's most central shopping street. Now you may complain and start bitchin', going "how does fucking up your own country help Palestine?" Who the fuck said I'm in this for Palestine? Sure, I want solidarity and equal rights for everyone, and ofcourse I want the Israeli forces the fuck out of Gaza. But what really sickens me is how world's most domestic Empire walks over and takes the party of the Israeli government. I mean, I'm not one to judge a nation by it's government but the symbolism and idealism Israel forces express makes me wanna vomit. I do not smash window out of frustration because of one event, I do it cause of the intense non-stopping destruction of our liberty, the privatist bullshit that creates a market only for the buyhappies and leaves little left for youth or a collective way of mind, the streets do no longer belong to us and I shed a tear as I see important, highstanding people from inside the norwegian government sympathizing with the imperealist shitheads. Our government has been cooperating with oppressing americanized organizations since the 1940's and it seriously scares me.

Piss and love
- V

Columbine Rerun

Alright, V here. Back in action hopefully for a longterm this time. I am free, motherfuckers. I am chilling out curing my flu with a fuck lot of beer and mushroom soup (not the psychedelic kind of shrooms, y'know... just shrooms.)while typing these inspiring words supplying your little minds with that fine scent of selfdestruction while kickin' to the tunes of the Union Jack/Gerbs split I found in my mailbox just the other day. I am currently animal-free, oppression-free and most important of all institution-free. At home I have a gram of salvia awaiting my and a new years eve that will possibly send me into a coma. Freedom is taken, never given. You have to take it back. Sometimes that means kicking the motherfuckers in the teeth, sometimes it means sending a very sharp letter to some facist jerking off to the american stock market. I'm looking forward to tomorow when I'll be back on my feet and ready to roam the streets once again. All things concidered we're basically fucked.
Piss out, bitches
- V

Mr Rogers has returned to the building

… It’s 9:30 PM and it’s Sunday, 7th December. This is my confession.

The drugs are kicking in, the amphetamine is playing pinball inside my slowly rotting animated corpse and it is my ex girlfriend’s birthday today.

My little fortress of solitude currently consists of: Four very pale, white walls with a few show posters, drawings, some copies of old soviet propaganda, a desk where I can work, a window that’s never possible to see through because I never open my curtains, various empty teacups, a lamp, a vinyl player and laundry and not-so dirty laundry all over these two metres of space. I live a life without impulses. I am institutionalized.

Between these four walls I spend most of the time I have left praising my teenage sense of so called “self-destruction”. But do not cry for me, because staying at this pathetic excuse of a prison holds nothing but opportunities. I see strategies, I see ways to escape, I see ways of keeping this from happening again without giving up my independence, freedom and general love for life.

I stopped smoking because it’s stupid and I don’t see why I need cigarettes for anything else then joints. Paternacide by Morning Glory starts spinnin’ as I enter a sort of psychosis/revelation. I am not here because of drug problems. I am here because I made a mistake, because I got careless, because I forgot how to dodge their game. This is not a confession of my previous “crimes” or “sins” or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

This is a confession of my carelessness, a confession for that I accepted the avoidable, I am confessing that I on purpose sat down in the back of a social therapist’s Volvo and let the fucker drive me off to a fucking social apartment to rot away until I was ready to face their bullshit with a smile that even Mr Rogers would approve as fake. Forgive me, Satan for I have sinned…

Der Pansersvin

Boredom leads to crime, crime leads to excitement, excitement motivates crime.
You do the math.

3 things that annoy me

Right now , I'm too lazy to care.
I'm pissed off about the election and that the majority of voters in the US are urban-hating suitmonkeys and inbreed, racist rednecks.
Another thing that annoys me is the establishments around me and the third thing is that unless I create a seperate blog for school asignments I'll have to post a fictional article about a fairy tale here..

Only anarchists are pretty, I'm a motherfucking poet.

I've started writing a lot of poems lately. I've only shown them to Mats and Dariok so far but I hope to publish them somewhere just to show them to people. I hate just leaving my works to rot away in some forgotten folder.

Vegetarianiel is me
I'm Vegetarianiel
I love life
life don't love me back
but I really love life
I like jacking off to imaginary imagery of me and life having intercourse
I picked flowers
life trashed them
I tried to expose myself to life
but life kicked me in my balls
and burnt my hair
it hurts a lot so I try to stop thinking about life
I want to smoke crack to forget about life
but nobody lets me so i stay up and write love letters to life
like this one
is this a confession or a love letter to life?
or is it a hate letter?
I hope its a love letter.

Dear life
I'm Vegetarianiel
you're gay
but I love you
because I'm gay too
but only for you
because I let you fuck me anally all the time
but you still won't let me
even though I let you fuck me anally
everyday
When will the day come when you will stop fucking me in the ass
and asking me how I feel about getting fucked in the ass?
It hurts when you fuck me anally
because I'm not really gay
just gay for you
I want to die too
does that make me a bisexual?
If so I want to fuck a straight person

Norwegian poems suck
I like drugs
I take a lot of drugs
when I take drugs life punishes me
so I shit juice and blood
life never wants to snuggle
just fuck me all the time
then i start to shit blood again
it hurts a lot

New mom tells me im gonna turn out like old mom
Old mom is dead
My mom is a big part of my life
Does that mean my mom is fucking me in the ass?
Everyday?
My dad tells me I'm a dopehead
he's not a part of my life right now
school is lifes penis
Dariok is not
Life has a lot to learn from Dariok

First I was 16
then I was 17
Then I was a woman
then I was 90
then I was 86
Now I'm 64
I can't wait till I'm ten
Then life will be a pedophile
Right now I'm the pedophile
So life is a molester
Vegetarianiel is a molested pedophile
the kids laughs at that
it's not funny
I don't save my poems
When I die someone might find them and sell them
then death will fuck me in the ass too
I'm scared now

My mom had her birthday today
my mom fucked me on her birthday
its not her birthday anymore
Ole left
life scared him
life treats me differently when Ole is here
I think life is ashamed too
I wish I was drunk

My mom had her birthday today
my mom fucked me on her birthday
its not her birthday anymore
Ole left
life scared him
life treats me differently when Ole is here
I think life is ashamed too
I wish I was drunk

Coffee is good
I take coffee instead of speed
When I'm on coffee I can outrun life
That's good
I run fast
Life don't
Except when it's in uniform
I daydreamed that I kissed a girl
It was better than fucking
I want to go steal a car

I copy Ezra
I'm a copycat
I hate copycats
Stop fucking cats
They're fragile
I wonder if paprika makes you high
The movie said it does

I miss riding bikes
It's fun
I can outrun life
Life can't reach my ass that way
Cars can
Cars scare me
Fucking screwdrivers

I went to Ski
To outrun life
It went pretty well
Existence is OK
Floyd used to be good
Girls don't scare me
Boys gets scarier and scarier
I'm sick of hanging out with queers