samppesamppe
@samppesamppe.bsky.social
Misantrooppi ja Erakko.
Mahdottoman eläinrakas.
Lihaton
Pasifisti
2xpystiffin palvelija
Toisinajattelija
Agnostikko
Vahvasti vasemmalla.
Luonnon puolella
Mahdottoman eläinrakas.
Lihaton
Pasifisti
2xpystiffin palvelija
Toisinajattelija
Agnostikko
Vahvasti vasemmalla.
Luonnon puolella
Sometimes, now and then, randomly, from time to time. There are moments when you wonder if you can go on at all. An aging body jerks to the rhythm of modern music and tries to exist. The mind grows frustrated with the struggle, and the hands grope at emptiness, grasping for a life that is not there.
January 25, 2026 at 10:40 PM
Sometimes, now and then, randomly, from time to time. There are moments when you wonder if you can go on at all. An aging body jerks to the rhythm of modern music and tries to exist. The mind grows frustrated with the struggle, and the hands grope at emptiness, grasping for a life that is not there.
Minnesota’s events are shocking not because they are exceptional in the world,but because they happened in USA
far worse occurs in Africa constantly In some countries,armed violence is everyday life where deaths are counted in the hundreds and thousands
what shocks us is that it happened in the USA
far worse occurs in Africa constantly In some countries,armed violence is everyday life where deaths are counted in the hundreds and thousands
what shocks us is that it happened in the USA
January 25, 2026 at 7:39 PM
Minnesota’s events are shocking not because they are exceptional in the world,but because they happened in USA
far worse occurs in Africa constantly In some countries,armed violence is everyday life where deaths are counted in the hundreds and thousands
what shocks us is that it happened in the USA
far worse occurs in Africa constantly In some countries,armed violence is everyday life where deaths are counted in the hundreds and thousands
what shocks us is that it happened in the USA
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Omnipotent
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
January 10, 2026 at 7:36 PM
Omnipotent
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
Omnipotent
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
January 10, 2026 at 7:36 PM
Omnipotent
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
If I leave tomorrow
and no one comes with me,
I will go
held only
by my own open arms.
If I leave
unnoticed,
without a sound.
If I leave tomorrow,
I will turn away
from the creator
who, seeing me,
covered the face of omnipotence
and wept.
— samppe
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I ask questions
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
August 17, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I ask questions
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
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Somewhere I sleep without worries.
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
August 17, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Somewhere I sleep without worries.
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
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And I walk on,
even though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on regardless.
-samppe-
even though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on regardless.
-samppe-
October 18, 2025 at 7:04 PM
And I walk on,
even though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on regardless.
-samppe-
even though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on regardless.
-samppe-
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I feel at ease here,
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
August 17, 2025 at 7:52 PM
I feel at ease here,
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
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The day does not miss me.
To sleep when urgency nests at others’ feet,
and to wake when it has already flown away.
In the shadow of night,
the world demands nothing.
Here, I simply exist,
and that is enough.
–samppe–
To sleep when urgency nests at others’ feet,
and to wake when it has already flown away.
In the shadow of night,
the world demands nothing.
Here, I simply exist,
and that is enough.
–samppe–
August 17, 2025 at 7:53 PM
The day does not miss me.
To sleep when urgency nests at others’ feet,
and to wake when it has already flown away.
In the shadow of night,
the world demands nothing.
Here, I simply exist,
and that is enough.
–samppe–
To sleep when urgency nests at others’ feet,
and to wake when it has already flown away.
In the shadow of night,
the world demands nothing.
Here, I simply exist,
and that is enough.
–samppe–
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PyreneanMastiff.
November 16, 2025 at 1:00 AM
PyreneanMastiff.
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Tulispa kesä.
Ja kesä tuli.
Sitten se meni.
Meni monta.
Voi kun se tulisi takaisin.
Ja kesä tuli.
Sitten se meni.
Meni monta.
Voi kun se tulisi takaisin.
January 23, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Tulispa kesä.
Ja kesä tuli.
Sitten se meni.
Meni monta.
Voi kun se tulisi takaisin.
Ja kesä tuli.
Sitten se meni.
Meni monta.
Voi kun se tulisi takaisin.
PyreneanMastiff.
November 16, 2025 at 1:00 AM
PyreneanMastiff.
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I ask questions
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
October 18, 2025 at 7:04 PM
I ask questions
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
I ask questions
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
October 18, 2025 at 7:04 PM
I ask questions
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
to which I do not seek answers.
I do not seek the truth.
I long for the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clatter of the trash bin,
for there might hide a message there.
1/2
Ironically, the very things people used to warn about under communism poverty, insecurity, greed, and inequality have become the everyday reality of capitalism.
Perhaps the real “threat” was never communism itself, but its demand for equality and the sharing of power.
Perhaps the real “threat” was never communism itself, but its demand for equality and the sharing of power.
September 16, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Ironically, the very things people used to warn about under communism poverty, insecurity, greed, and inequality have become the everyday reality of capitalism.
Perhaps the real “threat” was never communism itself, but its demand for equality and the sharing of power.
Perhaps the real “threat” was never communism itself, but its demand for equality and the sharing of power.
Somewhere I sleep without worries.
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
August 17, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Somewhere I sleep without worries.
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
Elsewhere I write against the night,
and words drip like rain on a tin roof.
I breathe heavily
Then I pause, imagine;
perhaps in a weaker world
I am stronger.
-samppe-
I feel at ease here,
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
August 17, 2025 at 7:52 PM
I feel at ease here,
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
in my own little corner.
I keep watch while the world sleeps,
streetlights standing silently
and nights spread wide like the pages of my notebook.
Dogs find their voices,
whispering stories to ghosts
that I cannot understand.
1/2
I ask questions
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
August 17, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I ask questions
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.
to which I seek no answer.
I do not seek the truth.
I seek the feeling that something might be true.
I paused to listen to the clang of a trash can,
for a message might be hidden there.
And I keep walking,
though I do not wish to arrive.
If I stay in place,
the world moves on anyway.