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He says,

Why do you always let dreams into your head?

It’s better to focus on reality instead.

Here things are simple and the truth of it all,

is that no ache exists that can’t heal in a mall.

His voice always echoes in her thoughts, so deep.

Sometimes it still keeps her from going to sleep.

From hiding away in her dream world so dear.

From entering that place where there’s no need to fear.

She’s always hated how fake this reality is.

How cold and how shallow, the world that is his.

Where things that are worthless are supposed to bring joy.

Instead of affection, please have one more toy!

Instead of attention from parents and kin.

Please watch the TV or gamble to win.

Instead of true value and beauty in things.

Just buy all you can and happiness sings.

Her whole life she’s been at war with this sin.

And promised herself to never give in.

But even the one with good intentions will fall.

For the power of consuming will conquer us all.

One day when she’s passing a store that she hates.

A trinket a black hole inside her creates.

She looks at the beautiful jewel that there lie.

And says; If I don’t buy this, I know I will die.

No lesson to learn here, we all lose this game.

And when the time comes, there is no one to blame.

Poledance bootcamp weekend

Some photos from this weekend, when me and my best friend E

had one of our awesome pole bootcamps at her place.

Upper left; Full Invert, upper right; Gemini, lower left; Boomerang, lower right; Flatline

Howard's revenge

His name is Howard.

He reeks of cigarettes, sweat and human feces. He was once a tall, handsome man with thick, brown hair and blue eyes like pools you could drown in. Now he’s short, crooked, wrinkled, bald and never has anyone meet his gaze anymore. They say his eyes are hollow. Empty, since she died. And that it scares them. So they look away. Pretend he doesn’t exist.

A year has passed since it happened. A lot can happen in a year. A lot more than he ever thought possible could happen, had happened and is still waiting to happen.

Her death broke him. It tore him apart from within and the pieces that managed to hold on slowly wither. He doesn’t expect to linger much longer. In fact, he intends not to. There is only one thing that keeps him going.

Revenge.

Grieving took up the first four months after her death. He lost almost half of his body weight because it was impossible to find the will to live, to keep going on his own. After four months, by chance, or by fate, depending on what you believe in, he found a reason to keep existing, if only for a little while longer. He realized who her killer was and that he needed to be punished.

So Howard spent the following months planning the murder. Today, he is finished. His plan is completed and he knows every step of it by heart. Where to be, when to strike, how to succeed. And then, how to end it all.

Then sweet, deliberating death will reunite him with his beloved wife.

As the clock strikes twelve he gets up from the park bench, grabs his briefcase and walks towards the restaurant down the street. They serve Italian food and are currently half full of happy people, eating and drinking, unaware of the horrors in their not too distant future.

Howard sits down at a table near the bar, where he can overlook the entire room. He orders a cup of coffee and pretends to read a magazine. Two tables away a young woman is being served a glass of white wine. Across her from the table, a young man is smiling at her. Loving her.

Howard pays no intention to their love. It is unworthy of being called love. He couldn’t care less about the smirking blonde woman with too much lipstick. His target is the man who is right now trying to hide the tiny, ring-sized box he just slipped out of his pocket. As he places it on the table, the woman across him shrieks of joy. Happy tears slowly travel down her cheeks.

Howard smirks and opens his briefcase. It is time.

As he pulls the gun from the briefcase, he starts to feel at ease. So close now. So close to the end.

He stands up and walks over to the table where the young lovers are holding hands. As he stops right in front of them, they smile and greet him. Howard lifts his gun and fires two times. Once in the young man’s heart and once in his head.

- For your mother, Howard says. She died because of you, you egotistical bastard.

- Howard! cries the young woman between the sobs. Why would you kill your own son?

Howard puts the gun to his temple and stares into her eyes.

- Because he killed her, he replies. He killed her when he stopped visiting.

Three seconds later, Howard pulls the trigger.

Halloween part 2

My second Halloween party of the year was this Friday. It was planned and arranged by me (with seriously helpful assistance from my boyfriend) and it was held at the office, will all my co-workers.

As a true Halloween geek, I started purchasing decorations and other Halloween items in August. I was aided by a colleague in purchasing the beverages and my boyfriend helped me out with buying and cooking the food. That took…a little longer than we thought.

Thursday and Friday went like this;

6 pm – I meet up with my boyfriend at the local supermarket and we buy all the food and drag it back to our place to immediately start cooking.

7 pm to 12 pm – we are cooking and baking like crazy.

12.30 pm – we finally hit the sack.

8 am – we get up and keep cooking.

11 am – we take a cab to the office (since we have SO much stuff, it would be impossible to make it there using any public means of transportation).

1 pm – after lunch I mix actual work with preparing for the party (setting tables, hanging up last minute decorations and so on).

4 pm – the carbon dioxide ice (you know, ice that “smokes”) arrives and we start the last preparations, such as plating the food, pouring the welcome drinks and so on.

5 pm – people start showing up (some are still hiding in their rooms, being very secretive about what they will appear in/as).

6 pm – we start eating. Some of the stuff being served is zombie brain pannacotta, slimy green shots, witch’s fingers, mummy pizzas and veggie mummy hotdogs. The favorite of the evening became my boyfriend’s awesome Halloween cookies.

7 pm to 11 pm – I give the guys a Halloween quiz, show them my pre-recorded Halloween video (showing photos of last year and having me read a scary story that I wrote myself), declare this year’s Best Costume winner (which was me – yay!) and after that, those of us that are still left just let it all go. Dancing, singing, drawing childish stuff on the whiteboard and so on.

11 pm – me and my boyfriend head out to the Halloween party at our favorite alternative club Tech Noir. We have some problems locating their new facilities but finally make it there.

2.30 am – we take a cab home.

 

Me in my price winning Edward Scissorhands outfit

Halloween part 1

I’m attending two Halloween parties this year. The first one took place this Saturday and the second one, the one that I myself is arranging, will take place this Friday, at my job with all of my co-workers.

I don’t want to reveal my second costume just yet (since sneaky colleagues might be reading this), but I would like to share my experience with the first one.

Last Saturday, I was a werewolf. Those of you who have seen my YouTube tutorial for this look have gotten a tiny glance at the end result. It was a seriously fun look to create, but it took so much longer than I thought.

This is what I did:

1. I sliced up a double layered skirt in a stretchy black fabric, dug out a black top and put on a huge corset-like belt to join the two.

2. The wig from my SheWolf tutorial was really awful, so I cut it and it actually didn’t look that bad afterwards, but in the end I decided to skip it and go for my own messy mohawk hairdo.

3. Using Friendly Plastic I created a whole new set of teeth (fangs and all) and then discolored them using black tea.

4. Using liquid latex, I created pointy ear prosthetics.

5. Using liquid latex and tissue paper, I created freaky looking claw marks on three places on my body and made them all bloody and messy.

6. I didn’t buy any new contacts this year. Instead, I used my yellow ones that worked out OK.

7. I filed and attached ten seriously long and sharp fake nails to my fingers.

8. I put on my wolf makeup (see the tutorial).

This is what my costume resulted in:

1. The yellow contacts made it impossible for me to see anything in a dim light and of course it was pitch black outside and in the tent where the party was held.

2. The freakishly long, claw-like nails made it impossible for me to use my hands for anything but scratching. Don’t ask me how I managed to use the bathroom like three times.

3. The full set of werewolf teeth made it impossible for me to eat anything properly. The exquisite pumpkin soup served at the party was the only thing that I was able to swallow (since it didn’t need chewing).

But OK, since I LOVE Halloween, it didn’t really bother me that I was partially handicapped. I had fun and I got a lot of compliments for my look, so I’m happy with it.

Although I don’t want to reveal my second look just yet, I can tell you that it is not as complicated as the first one. I will be able to see, eat and use my hands properly. Or well…the third one depends on if I’m wearing one very important part of my outfit or not… Moahahaha!

 

Howlin' at the full moon.