●●●Rebellion, Smoke, and Bicycles●●●

Hej.
'M Christopher Jacob Køhler, but ya can jus' call me Chris 'f ya want.
'M Fristaden Christiania - 'f ya don't know what 'r where that 's, jus' fuckin' Google 't.
'S long 's ya don't annoy me, I don't really mind ya takin' a look 'round.
Hell, stay 's long 's ya like.

But no takin' any damn photos.



only came for the weed

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karsk-og-kofter:

Surprised your dad hasn’t taught you already… but never mind.

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Trust? Not in the slightest. I trust no-one with a sword if they have never handled one before. But I can give you a few lessons if Scandia doesn’t, and then I will trust you with one.

Never asked ‘im t’ teach me. Didn’ show ‘nterest ‘n ‘t before, so… Guess I just never gave ‘im th’ ‘mpression that I wanted t’ learn.

/shrug

‘f Farfar doesn’ give me’uh lesson ‘r two, then you will? That’s really nice ‘v ya… Why would ya be willin’ t’ teach me, ‘nyway?

(Source: anarchistatbirth)

karsk-og-kofter:

anarchistatbirth:

Old… one?

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…What ‘f ‘t breaks?

Not rusty… fucking hell; you’d think I’d let you wave a rusty sword around? [/sigh]
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I meant a sword that’s been worn down so it’s no longer that sharp. You do not want to learn with a weapon that can take your leg off if you’re clumsy.

Oh, uhh… Well.

That’d be nice ‘v ya, onkel. But, ya sure ya’d be willin’ t’ trust me with ‘t?

karsk-og-kofter replied to your post: ‘m… ‘m gonna… ‘m gonna learn how t’ use’uh sword.

I’m sure I have an old one you can borrow to train with…

Old… one?

…What ‘f ‘t breaks?

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theindependentkingdom:

How do you not know me?

I’m the Republic of Kosovo!

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Miloš Meminaj, brate.

Well, ‘ve heard ‘v yer place b’fore. Just never met you, ya know?

Just th’ matter ‘v puttin’ a face t’ th’ name, I guess?

But, uh… ‘t’s good t’ meet ya? Ya seem like’uh cool guy, ‘n all.

paralianprince:

I could enter on me own! I ‘ave got an extensive ‘istory wiv music, right, I’ll ‘ave you know! Right! We used to do radio, you see, right, an’ I were a big ‘elp. 

An’ England loses on purpose, right, so I’d beat ‘im!

[ … Well, this seems okay now. He brings out his hands once more, to cross over his chest this time, with his paper-thin smile tugging into a wide, toothy grin to match. ]

… But I spose it’s proper to send ‘umans. I ‘ave got enough. Prince James could do good too, right, I reckon! I’d just ‘ave to round up any talented ‘umans ‘oo knew ‘oo I were. And you do the same, and, right, bam! Eurovision entry.

[ He nods, as if agreeing with himself, before going a touch quieter and shrugging. ]

An’, aye, apologies back n’ forth. 

Hvad? ‘e loses on purpose? …Yer kiddin’ me, right? What’uh dumbass. But, ‘ey. ‘f ya got what ya need t’ compete, ya should give ‘t’uh shot. ‘m sure ya could definitely whup some major ass ‘f ya got int’ it.

-Christopher scratches through his hair, shifting his weight from one hip to the other as he stands, just leaning slightly more towards the left than the right now.-

Well, what else would ya send? Zoo ‘nimals? …’less ya mean sendin’ one ‘v our kind, then yeah, sendin’ humans might be better. But would they really be able t’ tell th’ difference?

‘ve got plenty ‘v talented people ‘n m’ neighborhood… ‘m sure I could round ‘p’uh great act fer Eurovision ‘f I could even fuckin’ enter. ‘d have’uh good chance ‘t winnin’ I think, with th’way some ‘v m’ people can sing ‘n dance ‘n shit.

(Source: anarchistatbirth)

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theindependentkingdom:

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Right—

Who you be?

Fristaden Christiania. Erm- but I just go by Chris, though. So…

Yeah, just call me Chris.

…’n you are-?

If you’re not my blood, you are my bones. 
The only one I’ve ever known.

You showed me how to be a man. 
You don’t know what you mean to me.
So many secrets run through me.

Don’t fuck with family.

I’ve tried to be a better man.
For you will see that I’ve grown.

I know we’ve both made mistakes but you could never fail me. 
In my heart you’re the one who’s molded me to be a man who could make you proud. 
Do you have regrets, do you ever look back? 
Do you have regrets, don’t look back.

The one I turn to. 
Nobody sees me as you do. 
You’re always there.

You taught me all I know.
You better me, I know.

I’m sorry for the times I made you sad
I just want you to know that.

Many nights I laid awake trying to think of a way to say.
But the words just don’t seem to escape.
They get trapped at the start, but the feelings won’t fade.
So here’s a song to say I love you.

This is the one I hope will let you know.
I don’t need blood but I need bones.

You are my home.

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