The *uckenings 35

So in Danish, marriage and poison is the same word. Let that sink in. Further, Denmark seems to be European number two (right after Austria), on the list of cleanest tap water. Or was it Holland? Do they speak Dutch in Sweden or Switzerland? At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter where Napoleon drew the lines – the poison is everywhere. Bpa stuck to your food, Benzotriazol on your dishes, Fpas in your drinking water. It’s the fuckenings. I thought about changing the name of my blog, because I have witnessed people looking away in shock when they read my chosen title, as if they were princesses shitting roses. Oh my god, it says ‘the fuckenings’. Yeah well it IS the fuckenings – stop pretending: You ain’t smell like flowers and your marriage is slowly killing you - just like the micro plastic and unessential hormones, will eventually turn us into another species. You know the only event, which would actually surprise me these days? If I’d open my window blinds one morning and the street lamps flooding the darkness all night, would have turned into a massive UFO that had landed quietly, while I was resting. And even then I would take it without hysteria. It would just be like the 5 after the 4. The logic of all fuckenings. Have you seen that Melissa McCarthy movie ‘The Boss’? Do you remember the way she wore her turtlenecks? It’s becoming a trend. It’s the way we wear the masks on our chins, in between having to wear them and catching a breath after leaving the tram. By the way, have you lately thought about how glorious this is for recognisable stars? George Clooney might actually sit next to you on public transports and you wouldn’t notice! So might the aliens.