Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

HEY WOW SORRY I TOOK A WHILE.

Fri 3.7. / (Los Golden Ceiling) / (Las Glass Cock) / (Les Miserables) // Finnish flea market heels end at size 39. Here it’s 41. This is torture! / (Size 42, wannabe drag queen) // So I hoarded on nail polish instead.

I wonder if there’s anything cheap (and vegan) this close to centre. / Sure there is, I know a place right around that corner. / (Big fat lie, repeat at least 10 times.) / (The pig head window was an actual thing we saw.) // Eventually: JUICY JONES. / Vegan food and red wine! / These walls were not meant for hung-over eyes. // We don’t fucking need any appetizers– !? / (”Main dish”: 4 tiny pieces of seitan. // Otetaan me sittenkin se alkupala… / Me ollaan anarkisteja, ei me välitetä mistään ”oikeesta” järjestyksestä!

At some Juan’s place: / I haven’t taken a shower for five days. Gracias! // (Puts on the same dirty clothes) // SIT MA LAKATA KYNSI. // Sat 3.8. #HoboJesus #PublicIntoxication2014 // It’s hard to pee with harem pants. All my respect to people with vaginas.

At night there was a punk gig at some place, and we had to CLIMB. LIKE. HELL. // No. Fuck no. I give up. / Giving up stopped being an option, like, yesterday. C’mon now. / Then, and only then, did I miss the flat lands of Oulu.

Saturday was good practice though, because on Sunday we went to the anarchist bunkers! / Don’t even think that we’re even halfway there. / (Euphoric) // Back when I cut my hair into a mohawk and started wearing punk clothes when I was 14, my parents started calling me a fag. // I got sick of it, and… / Yeah I’m a fucking fag, now shut up! // Two years later: / (The entire world says:) / You’re not gay?? / (First girlfriend) / No, idiots. I lied.

Iskra appreciates my art. / En edelleenkään osaa piirtää koiria.

Reisiraon päällä ei uinua voi!

Tina käski piirtää rumasti mutten osaa! Voi ei oon ylipätevä.

Behold. Mierda de artista. / (Munch: ”The Scream”: Pastissi materiaalilla paska. Pastiche with feces. Nixu 2014.)

Mon 3.11. / Fuck what a flight! Couldn’t sleep, no breakfast, plane full of screaming children… / Also the check-in on Barcelona Airport. Glad we’re home now. // SNIFF! SNIFF! SNIFF! // Allright, follow me then.

Okay so we don’t give a single fuck about what drugs you’ve taken in Barcelona, as long as you don’t bring anything to Finland. / Did someone put speed in my backpack? Will this show in my record? Will that guy dig into my anus? // Yeah you’re clean, good luck to Oulu and stay out of drugs! // (Fear, relief, confusion.)

I’m coughing up tar and cigarettes make me sick. #HoboJesus will detox for a week or two now, at least. Ave Maria!

HUGS AND KISSES TO ALL YOU FILTHY FUCKING RATS! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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Kytät tyhjensi squatin pari päivää mun ja Axun kotiinpaluun jälkeen. / Cops emptied the squat two days after Axu and I returned home. R.I.P. Casa Badal, forever in our hearts!

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Mon 3/3. Woke up at 5AM for our flight via Oslo. // How could one sleep with a view like this! (Never flown before.) // Axu, look! It’s the Maledives!* / Please let me sleep. (Has flown before.) // *I’m terrible at geography, and called the Pyrenees the Maledives the entire trip.

So warm… / ¡Hola! Welcome to Barcelona! // (Rustling) / We stayed at an occupied house that was ”founded” in December, home to a bit over ten people.

In Spain, alcohol is as cheap as it gets. // Thus it is okay to just take what you want, pretty much. / If there was a bottle on the table, it was everybody’s property and one could take a sip without asking. // Nixu. Leave the rest. /(The most common Finnish sentence used by the non-Finns.) // You should always buy at least one third more alcohol than you drink yourself, just to be sure. // Yeah, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.

There was an assload of parrots at the dog park (and pretty much everywhere else). / Kaw! Kaw! / Fuck they’re so annoying. / But it’s nice to hear something else than pidgeon or jackdaw noises for a change. // Mä oon Axu ja tässon Nixu. // ”Axu ja Nixu”? Ai, niinku Asterix ja Obelix! // Ja ”Parhaat lempinimet ikinä” -palkinnon saa tämä mimmi tässä.

Actually, cigarettes were easily the biggest expense during the trip. / 95% of the food was dumpster-dived (or ”recycled”, as they said in the squat.) // The ground floor of the squat had one water tap, where one also got their toilet water. / You got used to it, of course, but the culture shock was inevitable. // Tired, drunk, stressed, nervous,excited, bohemia, confusion, unsafeness, anxiety. / Then I was fine, yay.

[Here happened quite little??!?] // Shit, that cop saw our beercans. / I hardly think they cared. //Are we even close to that punk pub? / Sometimes the locals tell the wrong directions on purpose. // Äh, vitut. // Thu 3/6: Fatso Day! // (”Roommate”, a 50-ish year-old dude who didn’t speak English.) / Let’s go out for breakfast. / Hrrnngh. // Dry falafel, 4€. / Better than nothing. // Mamma mia, indoor plumbing! / (Shitting noises)

Back in Badal/Casa Finlandia there was damn good potato dinner. / In elementary school no-one knew how to peel a potato. So we tried to get out of trouble by telling the teacher: ”Did you not know, Sir/Ma’am, that the skin is the healthiest part of a potato?” / Where I come from, the potatoes were pre-peeled pieces of rubber. / (The dishes were washed in a semi-filthy children’s bathtub.) // And stop being so mushy, for God’s sake! // … // Jealous. // In the evening, Pizza-Cine. A big-ass squat with a restaurant/bar and kickboxing training. / And a big movie screen, of course.

Ja näin seinään loppuu osa 1! And this is how abruptly ends part 1!

STAY TUNED!

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(Dragging sounds) / ”Hi you got a fuckton of missed classes.” / So I decided it’s more important to update the blog first! / I also caught spring cold to celebrate my coming home.

ETTÄ JOO BARCELONA-JUTTUJA TULEE JOSKUS JAHKA TOKENEN JA JAKSAN SKANNATA JA PUHTAAKSIPIIRTÄÄ, SORI ET KESTI

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I put the ”Ah!” in ”Anxiety”. // Yeah so let’s talk serious! / A while ago I told that couple of years ago I started having anxiety and panic attacks. / I’m dizzy. I wanna cry. I can’t breathe. I’m pissed off. // I’m a bit broken, I can’t bring myself to have a relationship.

Now I’m mostly scared of peeing myself all the time. At first I thought it was UTI, then STI. // And of course, nothing comes out. / Gotcha! Hee hee hee. // At home this doesn’t happen, obviously. ’Cause it’s a place of safety. Simply put: sometimes I ditch doing the groceries, going to school, or taking care of stuff downtown because I’m scared of my lower abdomen getting strained and feeling uncomfortable.

I’ve learnt to manage my condition without therapy. In the summer I went to talk about this, and: / Everybody’s anxious sometimes. / Perhaps your friends with mental health issues are making too big of a deal about it. / Come back in autumn. / Uh-huh. // Fine! I’ll do breathing excercises… // mental image excercises… / If I pee my pants I’ll just turn back. No big deal! / I’m already halfway there. Yes! / and I’m open about my condition! / Today I’m only sort of anxious! High five! / Woohoo.

That’s all! Be brave, be honest, be anxious! / I’ll link two empowering tracks in Finnish below. Observe your mind, work your zen and mindfulness. Works for me. Ciao!

Kuudes silmä: Happea

Risto: Turvaluola

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Then I went to bed and decided not to edit out the boring comic bits BYEBYE

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