Saker man inte hör så ofta;

"Ja, du är ju i fertil ålder så det bör du nog inte göra."

Ouch

Ape is gone and all is darkness. Proof of the darkness was earlier today provided by tiny, who were convinced that the sole reason Spotify was malfunctioning was because Ape had left the country. And me, I've been forced to socialize with people who aren’t Ape. It proved difficult. Yesterday night, an *acquaintance* approached me and, apropos of nothing:

- You damn imperialist swine!
- What…? I thought we were friends!?
- That’s only on Facebook.
- Oh.

In walked a jelly fish

It’s been concluded that The B-52’s Rock Lobster is one of the best dance songs ever. It’s obvious that croquet must be a game best played in a manner of war, if ever. It’s clear that Billy Zane as The Phantom is the gayest superhero ever.


And finally, children, trained to move like insects. Are they terrorists?

The Ambivalence of Character

I have realized something about myself. And I have realized that I hate writing essays. Not the writing as much as the idea. The structure sickens me; the coveted precision, the idealized clarity, the expected cohesion.

It's an illusion.

Nothing makes sense. Ever. Why then should my paper make sense?

Everything I am is unclear, everything I ever accomplish is equivocality. Most things I say are conflict-ridden. That is what I've learnt.

My only comfort this Monday is CocoRosie, a musical gift from Lisa.



But I suggest you go to YouTube and watch it full screen: CocoRosie - Rainbowarriors

And in this one, you hear Antony's voice --> CocoRosie - Beautiful Boyz

Introductions

There are so many words one could use to describe us, so very many. But then again what’s in a word, will you really understand us by reading the definition of us, would you not much rather want to understand what’s behind that definition. Get to the bottom of the problem, so to speak.

Abctraqt (aka Mama Muscle Beaver, Lolita, Pirate Nun, Latex woman, Daddy). She is our leading void. Has a tendency to fall asleep when intoxicated, and no one, no one can make a leek seem more inappropriate and/or lust filled, than she. When the Gods created Decadence they had Abctraqt in mind.

K-Mart (Tiny, Philosophy Girl, Power Girl, Bubbles, Mama). The Fantasy expert, and our personal favourite sugar junkie. Give her something to obsess about and no one will touch the depths of her knowledge. Every once in a while the Oddballs need logic and that is when they turn to K-Mart, and she has yet to fail them.

Mousse (aka Moosq, MousseQue, Ghetto-Majken, Lord Henry). With always something inappropriate to say she can liven up any gathering, and turn the most absurd and taboo subjects into sweet, sweet comedy. Her obsession of Good vs Evil provides an endless flood of entertainment to be had for the group.

Ape (aka Jolly Ape, Dorian, Rockster, Mistress of Disgust). The socially inept eccentric of the group. Disgust is her game, and an expert at arrogant while drunk. The lapdog (but life partner is more fun) of Mousse. Feels lost and disoriented without someone to lead her, after all she was born a sidekick (she’s the spandex to the Hero’s leather).

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Oddball is the state of mind where nothing is really wrong. Compare it if you wish to Zen, it’s a complete relaxed state where ideas and thoughts are let to roam freely. It’s about the power of a group of twisted individuals minds. Can you live in a society without being a part of it?

Stay updated on this post-post-modern social and psychological experiment in outsidership.