Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

I have a hairy mole. / (There.) // Pinocchio had Jiminy Cricket. // Do it, Nixu. Kill them all. / I have this. / His name is Herbert the Spider. / My good conscience is on vacation. Moido.

At the bottom of the couch I wait for unemployment benefits. At the bottom of the couch I wait for death. I wonder if I’m at risk of socio-economical exclusion.

Hyhky workroom, forenoon. / Focus. / (Self-flagellations.)

I love my workroom.  / Basement floor. No internet, no windows. My concentration is at its best! // The commute sucks tho, bike and morning frost and everything. / Another uphill! Poik mää kuale!

Besides, I was in Pispala ridge the day before too so I didn’t feel like biking today. / Anarchist Black Cross Tampere prisoner support meal, seitan stew, comrades, and LGBT fundraiser hangover. // The party wasn’t too exciting but at least I tested the waters after eight years of not attending this particular party. / See you again in another eight years.

Being unemployed is boring but getting a job doesn’t sound too titillating either. (Don’t tell that to my potential employers.) / Well what do you want to do, right now? / Go to bed. Make dinner. Write a zine. Produce dopamine and adrenaline. Pick at the scab in my elbow. Something useful and rewarding. / I guess a bike trip or a jumpstart to my bloodsugar would put my brain noodles to work. Sitting, alcohol and internet has deflated me completely.

Monday blues is the result of capitalist brainwashing. I will decide that it’s a day for rest now.

Home? Car? Family? Husband? Traveling? Property? What? / Alien world, alienation. / I don’t even know what I would use money for should I have it. This is everything I’ve ever done, ever felt. (What’s your dream job?) I don’t understand the question.

Oululainen ankkuli pikkuhönössä. Muste paperille, 2017. / A tipsy little duckie from Oulu. Ink on paper, 2017.

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