if copenhagen is will ma manor, christania is an amalgamation of the shed, ceres and other rewarding activities. today i got up and searched for somewhere thrifty to eat, scrounged up a bagel and a coffee for the price of 40 big boss musk sticks. ace zen fuhrer.
next find is a little danish american jamaican barista, and a big black guy named johnny who drew 4 maps for me, one just a slightly enlarged version of the previous. kinda like pokemon. they kept buying me fruit salad so i kept on drawing and painting until the gallery opened. checked out a show of the copenhagen fine arts final years, then followed the various maps made by johnny. after the danish american jamaican barista told me all she knew about julia gillard and how rough lyf is in jamaica i....
took my first metro to christania, a little inner-city commune full of joints, beer and dogs. for those of you who aren't familiar its an anarchist community that was formerly a military barracks that hippies and squatters took over that now runs slightly outside of copenhagen laws. so i bought some weed on the main drag (pusher st) and had a smoke and draw with some dudes playing backgammon with their dogs/dawgs and taught them and their dogs about doseone. i ran into them a little later to find myself freestyling with them on a corner to bad beatboxing.
i was pretty high right now and somehow roped myself into helping a dude deal with his paranoia about missing some boat, its like he was trying to act paranoid and doing it really well or something. anyway i think i just walked off when i found someone else to help him because i really wasn't much good to him, nor his family. caught some more metros and did other stuff the end.
the street performers in copenhagen rule, but i wont say anymore because i dont have a camera.
i'm meant to be going to meet my grandma in some far away city tomorrow but my dad (who i organised to travel with for the first 2 weeks) got angry because i refused to lie to her about being islamic. long story short, if i tell her im not muslim, her jade monkey will break and she'll never find the dragonballs again to wish it back. but she can't wish anyway because she can't reason. so if i dont lie to her she will die. so my dads refusing to take me there and will tell her that i refused to go. so probably cutting quite short on those 2 weeks. any tips on where to go next?
oi misha masha! do what you feel is right! your ol'man will do what he does but your next right action is what you have to live with! I would reserve everything until you meet her, she doesn't speak english and so what can you say in somali? you can say you're not religious, your mother raised you and well you're only 19 and there's still plenty of time for you to uncover your religious future direction? if that be the case. Your Dad will have to deal with himself. if he refuses to take you there and dumps you -go find your family in barcelona, miriam and doug are waiting for you..I was just speaking to her on facebook...she said she can't wait to see you. lotsa luv ma xx
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oh come on i could be anyone posing as a mum, in fact i am an anarchist boot maker from the eastern block that has a suffering business and is bored with sitting around all day so i get onto travellers blogs and give pretend mothery information just for the fun of it xxxx
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