Im not sure what malarko was trying to write in swedish but i got it translated RAV KLIPPA ROKEN PORBUP and it means something like a sneaky fox in the shadow .

Thanks for finishing this 2 months after it was started :) so hopefully wel see this up soon in the Toon.

I spent part of the day drawing with my argentinian communist friend, i got some silly pastes done a little writing and general creating under the heavy glow of darkness and the sounds of stoner woodstock.

lets see what tomorrow brings

 

chocolates     peanuts     biscuits

 

a portrait of me! wearing a mask by none other by the great Joakim youl find his blog in my followers!

we spent the other week jamming out some characters to paste up. Theyl be dancing round sodermalm soon! surprisingly drawn pretty quikly with the right dosages of hiphop and ping pong breaks!

contrary to popular belief ping pong is one of the elements of hip hop and goes hand in hand with grafiti. And a quote from the wise joakim.

CASTRO - man i dont want to draw this

JOAKIM- then dont draw it

then dont draw it applefuckers

iv been working here for a few days painting on a wall for a theatre in stockholm, they are having a performance about domestic dealing with the law, looking at different perspectives and situations and how the law bundles them up into categories. Juan the owner was an energetic leader who could calve the realities of dreams just by attempting to live them, A truck driver by night he fuels his day dreams. Anyway thank you to the paula for letting me stay in her cave and letting me paint this big black wall

little streams of consciousness tumbling over rocks, flowing into rivers and waterfalls that drop!

a little present i left in the old cave i lived at!!! yes i forgot about it. perhaps its melted into its origional counter parts to form an anti- amalgamation of what it once was,  ........ yes i was listening to silent night while painting it....

Some of the amazing buildings in the moomin valley fruitarian village,

its time to hit the streets motherfuckers!

the last week i have spent away in another land! a dream bubble utopia ! where the water filtering system was a connection of ponds, which in summer left safe havens for breeding frogs covering the near mountains with ten green legs! The forests were lush greens, with everlasting nooks and crannies but with night fall at three you better get a move on before the masked reds get you!

I stayed with a norse girl. who sold fruits outside her room and meditated with her neighbours, 

She was a FRUITARIAN..... yes at night she grew wings and stole children from trees, only to feast on their small bodies in the morning in a smoothie. And later she left their skins to fertile her land!

But being a fruitarian for a week wasnt so  bad infact it felt very good and refreshing indeed and i find it a struggle to argue not to be one! 

Despite her habits of eating plant children we grew very close and explored new spiritual paths together.

I lost my head a little before i came but i found it there and i feel more clear minded even though iv forgotten a lot of our philosophical debates

EAT FRESH FOREVER

Up the mountain side they crept, just as the sunset had melted below their feet and the dark haze had lifted up through the woods. They folowed the pathways through creaking trees and autumn leaves. And left painted red circles and silver white stars to chart a safe journey home

p a i n t e d . k n i g h t s . a n d . m o r n i n g . e y e s

a universal order and beauty but also violence on an unimaginable scale

its seems neither benign nor hostile merely indifferent to the concerns of such creatures as we

the beginning of a new style

today i ventured to the sun berg theatre to paint their huge wall, after daunting pre thoughts i left sword in hand!

the dragons head half chopped off, tomorrow il go finish it off and on wednesday i go live with fruitarians ,

Yes they dont even hurt our photosynthesizing friends, but help spread their seeds of joy around the planet.

AND KIRKERODS DRAWINGS ARE TRULY SYMMETRY. Heres something.............

IKEA

CHOP CHOP CREEK CREEK

he'll play with their feet, arms and legs

bottom chairs and clothing pegs,

he chops them down

we hit the town 

BUY BUY EAT EAT!

TIMELORDS

welcome to time, public enemy number one...

its greatest weapon, money....something created by the time lords to control us.

we use it to waste time, so that we die quicker, and the funny thing is we use it on our selves and others...the time lords need do little else but sit back and watch us self destruct. they've done it many times before you know, destroy planets that is....in fact they were much like us at point in time. they were invaded by money too, but they overcame it, found ways to defeat it. but they still bear that seed of evil money left behind.....greed.

so they visited other planets as the battles of wealth had left their lands dry.

but the planets that had the resources they required were populated with four limbed five fingered beings, much like themselves....so just like others before them and others before the others they planted the seed of money to destroy the local inhabitants.........

they fell through the shatter proof glass carrying riches beyond your imagination

TO SUCCEED THE GRANDE SCHEME OF THINGS AT FIRST WE MUST OVERCOME THE SMALLER, APPARENTLY INSIGNIFICANT OBSTACLES TO JUSTIFY OUR ACTIONS, WE MUST JUGGLE BEFORE CLAIMING TO BE CLOWNS LET ALONE RUN A CIRCUS, AND BEFORE OWNING A CIRCUS WE MUST TEACH OTHERS THE ESSENCE OF BEING ABLE TO JUGGLE AS A WORTHWHILE VENTURE OF TIME.

Iv been very disciplined this week in many aspects, waking up with healthy food, practising the sungreeting in yoga, and following my vegetarian habit well! although i need to lay down guidlines to make or break. So this was done in the subway as usual, and today 2 girls knitting in the subway. And before that 2 girls came up and started talking to me out of nowhere defeating the barriers that are placed round all big cities perhaps it was alcohol or perhaps the start of the public defeat of the BIG "O"

dorians wool is over my eyes,

now is the only time i know,

but tomorrow is forever,

il reappear,

il crack those golden eggs

and throw away the shells,

i am the charioteer,

the reign

tightly gripped

i control my reasons and desires,

but my arms they grow tired,

sometimes i want to let go,

and my thoughts all rewire,

MAN WOMAN  i cant even remember the days i did these anymore , il have to get back on the day to day sketch scans because im forgetting what iv done`!! But i might have been drawing with anna, AHHHHH yes tasting the delights of a swedish christmas early, THINGS LIKE jullmust some kind of strange swedish coke, and ginger cookies and SAFFRON CAKES and GLUGG! a drink that is pure christmas and .....................

SOAKS YOUR HEART WITH CHRISTMAS HUGS

Tonight I ate delight of home made pizza and an assortment of fruits with melted chocolate and ice cream , mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm freshhhhhh! And on the walk home to telefonplan i saw a deer 4 metres infront of me crossing the road, i chased it BUT ALAS it had 2 more legs than me!!

you know iv got ten whistles waiting for you, one yellow one red one blue

Someone told me the other day, 

YOU.... you have your head in the clouds, i said- you have yours in the ground even the excretion of birds falls to the ground! whos crazy now compadre!

page one of a few iv done in my new sketchbook after the death of the lost stockholm book, 

You know those metro drivers who drive the iron snakes around stockholm GET EDUCATION TO HANDLE THE SITUATION of people jumping infront of the iron snakes, perhaps in some sort of ritual sacfrice , or perhaps in search of something better than the gifts of life. Im not sure either is better!

I also found a book that was amazing , about spiders MORE ON THAT LATER

IM NOT SURE WHAT HOME IS MINE

IM NOT SURE WHAT HOUSE IS MINE

 

RIMINI CENTRE OF CURIOUS CROUD Some old photos from Rimini , We cycled for a while at 5am with plans to paint the town read, But our legs lead us to this secret cavern in the centre of the town, Land had been reclaimed by the leaves, and pigeons hid in the small cracks that were left from urban lands. We found a small room , perhaps a classroom at one point as the tables and chairs made your feel like a child. The room had mountains of pigeon shit and the floor you walked on was like 3 inches of crisp snow and weak bones crushed under your feet from dead pigeons, the stench was truly horrible! I believe me and gepetto were ill for about 2 weeks after! AGAINST OVER ZELOUS PENNYLESS ATHLETIC FANATICS

some would say......boom!

 

This is the only picture i did! iv lost the other sketchbook i started! but i bought a nifty bag with klara to hide my shifty books it. It looks like a small bag to keep your arrows in!!! but il keep my pens in and il use my arm to fire them if necessary ! Infact nazis are very much still alive and kicking here, one almost tried to have me at ragsvad or someplace! the otherday he lifted up his sleeves to show his black crosses and rubbed his head, i think my only resolve of escape was achieved by his alcohol content being to high to bother!

anyway i drew this at a museum at slussen , the museum was pretty bad! but i grooved up this statue to look like.........something

a picture i left behind, the only creation i can do is for others at the moment,

i need to get rid of my silly draw block , IT DOESNT EXHIST!

but i found a wonderfull book about spiders! il post it up soon.

so im leaving this cave tonight! its been a creative heaven for my soul even though iv had a pen block!!!
GOOD BYE TO THE GIANTS WHO LIVE IN THIS CAVE THANK YOU FOR LETTING THIS GOBLIN STAY! I move to my place in TELEFONPLAN get in son! time to litter the streets with words and paint the street canvas with colour! goodbye goobaning or however you spell your wonderfull name

i met this little gem of a vandal today! he must have went the whole freezing day! drawing on every wall around the city as everywhere i went had his markings on the wall , he was a little crazy and i went to say hello! JACK COLTMAN im pretty sure this is you when your older, HERES TO OLD JACKY!

ps. ika is the departmant store i found him first in! stealing nuts and berrys like all swedish do especialy that tysk and troell.

i followed this wiseman in and out of the lands of ika, 

his hands were frozen but his heart kept his pen singing,

he had the balls of an oxe and i followed his wise steps ...

till the end of the street,  then he skipped off in the distance,

with his wild cold feet!

' Gifts of cloth and gold from wise women of the Troell family '

living dreams in underground bellys, four beds twelve legs

our room a selection of finely placed rectangles

and finely baked bodys sleeping what we live,

I woke up to orange dims and empty beds, my mouth feeling like i went two rounds with a heavy weight, eight legs instead of twelve, and nine cushions scattered like stars on the lino floor.

the tv reflecting the good times of the night before

IV blasted some ideas from my brain !

the problem is turning mind into matter and form that matter into the idea to take a shape. Im sitting at a vegetable buffet Legumes just 10 minutes from KATERINA HISSEN a place where people who have pokets of gold eat and pretend they are high where by my eye count i can see mabie 3 people eating by a tabble above 2 or 3 buses.

 Im still finding it hard to get loose into my sketchbook! but im sprawling with street ideas but i feel 6 hands short! 

the streets are full of stikers little writing or pasting ,

I feel like the boy from ET loosing creative powers from the distance of his creative friends

But iv been eating healthy ,  nuts and berry

ps GEPETTO WHERE THE FUCK IS THE WRITINGS MAN WOMAN!

i need them to fit under this shrew of a drawing