my. heart. is. never. wrong.

if my hands weren't there, like i saw in the stream
of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
if they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?

if your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
and the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
then what else could i be?

if your hands & my hands strolled together around
if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
to scape from this world, from this no past land.

if i looked in the windows while walking pass through
if i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind...

if you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
and the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.

Bitches aint shit but bitches and shit.

P.S. friend of mine; you need to kick IT on the you-know-whats, i can't have normal conversations with you anymore. Seriously, it makes me sad. Plus, i think your "girlfriend" knows. ew. That's all, no after work special here.

toodles!

//lala

Strictly for her.

"No one belongs here more than you."

//lala

The real world.

In a perfect world I'd be a litterary genious, travelling around the world doing book readings, fashion shows and photo exhibitions.

In a perfect world I could make a living from my writing and photographs, and I'd have an adoring artist who would sketch me. Ooooh, wait, sketch me nekkkid. And we'd get into terrible, passionate fights involving the breaking of plates and that always ended in hot frenzied sex.

God. My problem is I'm a chronic dreamer. It's a terribly wonderful inconvenient necessary affliction. I spend most of my days floating around the outermost atmosphere, with my feet clumsily tripping around on the ground below.

I know what I want out of life. And i know i deserve it (don't look at me for false modesty. Im not of that school) I just don't know how to go about getting it. yet. Wheter it be buckling down and submitting my writing to some editor (oh god) or starting my longLUSTED journey in the fashion industry (!!) or simply mustering up the courage to talk to that cute boy with the shaggy brown hair and good shoes who randomly loves to take photographs (it's always boys with good shoes and cameras that do me in..)

Nevertheless, with absolutely nooo clue or direction in where i am going and despite of my drive to get to that place, i could'nt be happier with where i am right now. I am surrounded by marvelousness. I just got back from a long weekend in Oslo, and i realized.. I have the most a m a z i n g people in my life. They inspire and stimulate me in every inkling movement made and it takes my breath away every single time it happens. I've had remarkable conversations with even more remarkable people. I feel like i'm placed on a pedestal with every word said to me, yet they all manage to keep me so grounded. I am forever humble and greatfull. Ya'll can wear my rolex ANYDAY;)

No i don't know what to do with myself.
But you know what? I'm having hella fun figuring out what it is I should be doing.

I fucking love you all! you know who you are.
See you in 3 weeks.

//lala

It's you, it's youu, it's yoouuu!

Chris and Ags reunion this weekend! We have'nt seen eachother for almost 2months! It can't be anything but marvelous. I sence spooning on fridaay! No homo. simply coz we like to spoon. hah. ;)

Hurry home honey!!

All good things come to an end.

Spent the weekend at my cousins place in stockholm. It was more than wonderfull. Late nights, loud laughs, ridiculously expenzive champagne and heartfelt conversations. Just the way i like it. Here's a photo taken by the city club site.

My cuz Carina, sweet Rikke and myself.

While you're at it check out her music on her myspace and her blog!


Me and cuz

A dude, Rikke, me

Our champagne waiter


That's my fams YO!
Now go love her.

//lala

Escapism.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.

//lala

Sleepwalking.

This is my hello goodbye, im tired. I'm not a fan of awkward silence.
Hi, this is'nt too bad unless you make it.

When did i last hold your hand?

I could tell you that sometimes all you really need is a strong right hook, a bottle of wine and a bible in your back pocket to keep you, but nothing in life can ever be that honest, so instead i'll tell you this:

Pick a sky and name it, but make sure to touch it for life. Because right here, this now, is yours.

//lala

Truth is, baby it's a lie.

This is getting ridiculous. -It's amazing what people can say when they can hide behind their computer screens. Or not. whatever. f.u.

Across the universe.

Why do you write?
For exactly the same reason I breathe.
Thats not an answer.
There isnt any answer.
How long hasnt there been any answer?
As long as I can remember.
And how long have you written?
As long as I can remember.
I mean poetry.
So do I.
Tell me, doesnt your painting interfere with your writing?
Quite the contrary: they love each other dearly.
Theyre very different.
Very: one is painting and one is writing.
But your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy.
Easy?
Of course--you paint flowers and bodies and sunsets; things that everybody understands.
I never met him.
Who?
Everybody.
Did you ever hear of nonrepresentational painting?
I am.
Pardon me?
I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational.
Not all painting.
No: housepainting is representational.
And what does a housepainter represent?
Ten dollars an hour.
In other words, you dont want to be serious--
It takes two to be serious.
Well let me see...oh yes, one more question: where will you live after this war is over?
In China; as usual.
China?
Of course.
Wherabouts in China?
Where a painter is a poet.

//lala

We're yours for the baking!

Mikee for president!




Mishu. No homo.

Her heart belongs to daddy.

I never understood why, when you died. You did'nt just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you would'nt be there. Yet, my whole world changed.
Today it's been four years.

imissyou and iloveyou more than most.





//lala

I'm a summer love lost in many winter loves.

I woke to 5 fucking degrees today. It is merely september! How can this be? I'm not ready for the winter. I've yet not found my winter muse. A man whom i can spend my days with. One with beautiful eyes and messy hair. One i can smoke cigarettes with, who will drink wine straight from the bottle with me. One who will take me to tivoli's and make out with me on a dancefloor. I want to chill in a sofa with only one and other as company.



//lala

Thanks for the cigg.

je toujours me dèplacerai dans ma propre facon.

Nite lova. See you when i get there. -wherever that may be.

//lala

Dream in a pragmatic way.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions and their lives a simple mimicry.

I want a Hermès cuff'. Preferably the peach and gold one. But the purple and white would'nt be to shoddy either. Or better yet, all three. Hmp. I wish it was my birthday. Or that somebody just happened to want to buy me a present. I love presents. Specially when i get them randomly. "Here you go, coz you're so fucking great". hah, just like that.





//lala

I've been thINKin' bout you.

For quite some time now Ags and I have been talking about getting tattoo's together. No, not matching homo bestfriends for'eva'eva symbolic ones. Simply doing it together. I like the thought of that. just you&me kinda.
No homo. iloveyouAgs. hah, nevermind.

Anyway, last night as i were to fall asleep i could'nt stop thinkin' about the ink making it's pleasant way to my even more pleasant body. (haha, oh shut up im funny!) The thing is, im scared shittfucked to get one. The pain! I would die. I WILL die. Gaah! So yea, this, mixed with ambivalence on what to actually get tattoed and where to get it, sent my mind of drifting. Whilest drifting, i found myself simoultaneously pinching (harrd as a motherfucker) different parts of my body trying to find out which spot would hurt the least. Well since I ain't gettin' one on my cakes, i figured the pain would be even Steven anyways. So i fell asleep, as clueless about the tattoo thing as i was before i started the mind rambling. Nonetheless, i had gained many tiny pinchmarks on my lower wrist, upper wrist, the side of my neck, outer ankle, underarm, top of my foot, finger, the back of my leg and a spot somewhere in the center of my back which i can't really reach but i somehow imagine a tattoo would look magnifique.

So for now, i guess im back with Ags, on the endless path towards that INKling feeling of toughness! Rawr.

Personal review of the sex situation?

I slept and dreamt that he was slowly sliding his hands up my shirt as we kissed. I asked him if he ever really loved me? Yes, he said. What are you talking about you perfect thing, he added. It's in each thing that you do. I then whispered, from now on i'm yours. It's a fact between us, even if we never speak of it again.

Boys of Cali.

"Hey Mr. Turner
Hello!
Tell me where you been?
Haha, you know!
They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering."
..
It's here, it's poppin' and it's packed with hella cute skaterboys!
Tke tht! ladies and gents has done it. Out with their Volume 1 video, filmed, directed aand edited by Akeem Turner and graphics by RA909, they takin' over the scene! Download it at Vimeo.com and for private pleasure go mp4 on ya'll ipods!

Something tells me this is'nt the first nor the last we'll see of these guys!

Hallerr!


TKE THT! from akeem turner on Vimeo.

A kiss in the dark // A day in the park

-And white panties.

Life is tough, get a helmet.