braking the waves

In times of strength, in times of glory, in times of tears, what to wear?
I am not risking having your beauty secrets shattered across the Internet, but occasionally I have the slight sensation that you dress up better, then how you actually feel. This might be a problem. Now I am only trying to be a friend, and by friend’s law, we can easily have a slumber party and still get along. I think you look spectacular non-the-less, half naked or half undressed.

I sometimes simply fear that you censor yourself when you should scream, that you keep yourself locked away in the tower, with only a mirror, a draftee window but no shower… you smell bad close up, but look grate from a far.

If you want to learn to dance, you train your feet skills, and if you want to be skilled in emotional conversation, you get a shrink. I probably need both, and I can break the ice for the both of us.

Well.. I just wanted you to know that you are not alone.

She made you a song....

Dear, simply all of you!!!! To show you my most deepest apology for restless nights and curious thoughts, i have embraced my thoughts into this song. I would be gratefull if replyed in a note, although, if you do it only by thought, i am still very hounered... (but my followers on this page don't think i have any real princess friends)

oh what to do. many kisses from Rudi.

At the long end of the pink trumpet.

I find myself going through a rather harsh part or period of my life. Life, love, ambitions versus reality of my situations, what can I obtain, -at the risk of what? How come I visual and strategise my life, and then try to obtain this vision? your excelency, :-) I will watch my both tongue and words carefully, because as we both know and has agreed upon, this page is not dedicated to me.

To point the pink gun back in your direction. Un-doubtfully you will have been through the same, if not worse, if not under more pressure, with more pink and more illusions of the things that you would like to do for mankind… against, reality of things that you are available to perform.
How do you handle those days, when you realised you-yourself had gotten the better of you. By the end of those days, how did you deal with it…Do you cope with depression? Or can you hire someone to do this for you? Do you hire people to fight for your ideals, for world peace and justice when you are depressed in bed or healing out on a family picnic?

Looking forward to your answer.
Yours truly, humble Rudi

I am so sorry

Dear Princesses, it has been days, if not weeks followed up by countless miserable moths… that I have not written a single word…and you might ask yourself, -Bastard, How could you, you promised!!!?

And I, the skinny farmer I was born and am, have no real answer that could possible restore my honour. But your highness, it is my privilege to continue writing about my inner-most-deepest-thoughts about you, so you can at least see by far or by accidently browsing this page, that I still care.. I was made to care..!!

Perhaps to day, a day a little bit more remarkable then any other, I am you closer, and can do you a percentage of good. From today and till the mid of December I am a resident in Denmark and will be living in “PRINCESS” Street nr 84.

I do invite you to pass by for tea, or any other activities you would find entertaining. Even if you ignore me, a loving flirt, I will keep an extra eye on your activities here in Denmark, so do not mind to make a scene every now and then..

Yours truthfully
Rudi

performing the power

May I first take this opportunity to congratulate the newly wed, may life be both long and as far a comfortable goes, it is all within the tittles. Personally I had a spectacular afternoon watching Internet live, drinking champagne with strawberries and watching all the comments popping up on the site of SVT.

It was splendid; it was all fun and games until it came to my attention, that the monarchy does not at all turn a blind eye to the difference between us commoners and themselves. –and in certain situations they should not, it is just that this one I can not get my head around. When A Crown Prince chose’s his wife she naturally becomes Crown Princesses and from there on climbs to the queen title. Whilst young Prince Daniel now, will forever be a prince and She, the Queen, and her becoming a ruling queen is a phenomenon that only changed in 1980 in Sweden.

How did power come to be? If I attempt logically to mount the question, I would conclude humans as flock-animals, and from here on see natures strongest as the obvious leading character. This would mean a male character back then, when requirement was physical brute, and strength and violence need to hold a position. In later history, power was passed on in blood and in the case of dictatorship, still is. Blood has also been used to strengthen political positions and at one point in history it could all be seen as an international inbreed ballet, but that is another project.

But in Sweden’s political focus on “equal rights” -for woman mainly, there is a double moral; You are invited for tea, but only as an guest. You are part of the family, though only as an observer. You are welcomed to the country, when you have learned the language, and you are welcomed to the castle but only as a peasant.

Dear Daniel, this all matters, I assume, very little to you. I imagine love came in forehand and so it should. But this is not really about you, it is that which you are now part of and presenting, a moral right for a equal people.


PS. I love your speech.

PS2. i found a song about ou as King

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http://scandalouswoman.blogspot.com/2008/01/royal-princess-royal-scandal-sad-life.html

TRUE LOVES KISS

With the last months unbearable tense events concerning Madeleine, and NOW, her sister, on the brinks of stepping into those royal ranks of marriage, the plot is thickening…. How do you sleep at night, whom can you trust?

I have curiously devoted time, God knows why -if such a being exists, if so, he must be ludicrous in creating me. But time is however being devoted to this, singular quest called princesses. I tried to put my fingers on it now for some time, but alas, they, are randomly circling all part of the skies, very much like a seagull drunk on absinthe.
Now, I have handled my depression with a selection of movies, princess movies. After suffering through bad acting though an entertaining plot in Disney’s “Enchanted”, I learned that first sighted love, have stopped existing in films. And there we are….. This, should hopefully give reality and future generations a chance of less frustration.

BUT, True loves kiss, how does one find it? – If you are, and once again please imagine yourself, a princess. How can you be sure that the man you are dating is not holding your hand because of the exotic idea, entitled prince? Something tremendous is hiding in that shadow. I am a man, I know how this works, in early years, we are far from the cleanest of souls and will bend easily for profit.

So, princes, how do you single out the bad ones from the good ones.. Is there a naughty and nice list involved? Do you go under cover?

Yours truly
Rudi