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
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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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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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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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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 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.
We, born in the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s, have lived in a strangely fortunate time a time that those born in the 2000s will no longer experience, partly because of our actions, or because of things we didn’t do in time. And now we’re not doing them either, leaving that work to those who are just born.
August 17, 2025 at 7:46 PM
We, born in the ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s, have lived in a strangely fortunate time a time that those born in the 2000s will no longer experience, partly because of our actions, or because of things we didn’t do in time. And now we’re not doing them either, leaving that work to those who are just born.
The trouble with landscapes is often that they grow grass for cows, when we could be growing something that people could eat directly.
Maisemassa on usein se vika että siellä kasvatetaan heinää lehmille, kun voitais kasvattaa jotain mikä kävisi suoraan ihmisravinnoksi.
Maisemassa on usein se vika että siellä kasvatetaan heinää lehmille, kun voitais kasvattaa jotain mikä kävisi suoraan ihmisravinnoksi.
August 17, 2025 at 7:44 PM
The trouble with landscapes is often that they grow grass for cows, when we could be growing something that people could eat directly.
Maisemassa on usein se vika että siellä kasvatetaan heinää lehmille, kun voitais kasvattaa jotain mikä kävisi suoraan ihmisravinnoksi.
Maisemassa on usein se vika että siellä kasvatetaan heinää lehmille, kun voitais kasvattaa jotain mikä kävisi suoraan ihmisravinnoksi.
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Me, dog´s.
How can someone be,
so soft.
I press myself against you.
Just like a melt-in-your-mouth cotton cake.
- Samppe -
How can someone be,
so soft.
I press myself against you.
Just like a melt-in-your-mouth cotton cake.
- Samppe -
December 20, 2024 at 12:10 AM
Me, dog´s.
How can someone be,
so soft.
I press myself against you.
Just like a melt-in-your-mouth cotton cake.
- Samppe -
How can someone be,
so soft.
I press myself against you.
Just like a melt-in-your-mouth cotton cake.
- Samppe -
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❤️🕊️ Maailma ei tarvitse lisää vihaa – se tarvitsee lisää rakkautta.
Kuvittele hetki: mitä jos vastaisimme vihaan lempeydellä, epäoikeudenmukaisuuteen myötätunnolla ja pelkoon rohkeudella rakastaa?
Maailma muuttuu, kun me muutumme. Aloitetaan tänään.
🌍 Rauha alkaa meistä. 🌿
Kuvittele hetki: mitä jos vastaisimme vihaan lempeydellä, epäoikeudenmukaisuuteen myötätunnolla ja pelkoon rohkeudella rakastaa?
Maailma muuttuu, kun me muutumme. Aloitetaan tänään.
🌍 Rauha alkaa meistä. 🌿
February 12, 2025 at 9:07 PM
❤️🕊️ Maailma ei tarvitse lisää vihaa – se tarvitsee lisää rakkautta.
Kuvittele hetki: mitä jos vastaisimme vihaan lempeydellä, epäoikeudenmukaisuuteen myötätunnolla ja pelkoon rohkeudella rakastaa?
Maailma muuttuu, kun me muutumme. Aloitetaan tänään.
🌍 Rauha alkaa meistä. 🌿
Kuvittele hetki: mitä jos vastaisimme vihaan lempeydellä, epäoikeudenmukaisuuteen myötätunnolla ja pelkoon rohkeudella rakastaa?
Maailma muuttuu, kun me muutumme. Aloitetaan tänään.
🌍 Rauha alkaa meistä. 🌿
Kuntien valtionosuuksien leikkaaminen osuu suoraan maaseutuun ja maatalousyrittäjä perheitten arkeen!!
Tietää enemmän koulujen lakkautuksia ja päiväkotiryhmien koon kasvua eli yhdistämisiä kuntakeskuksiin= pidemmät kuljetusmatkat=pitkiä päiviä perheille ja vähemmän aikaa kotona jne..
Tietää enemmän koulujen lakkautuksia ja päiväkotiryhmien koon kasvua eli yhdistämisiä kuntakeskuksiin= pidemmät kuljetusmatkat=pitkiä päiviä perheille ja vähemmän aikaa kotona jne..
August 6, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Kuntien valtionosuuksien leikkaaminen osuu suoraan maaseutuun ja maatalousyrittäjä perheitten arkeen!!
Tietää enemmän koulujen lakkautuksia ja päiväkotiryhmien koon kasvua eli yhdistämisiä kuntakeskuksiin= pidemmät kuljetusmatkat=pitkiä päiviä perheille ja vähemmän aikaa kotona jne..
Tietää enemmän koulujen lakkautuksia ja päiväkotiryhmien koon kasvua eli yhdistämisiä kuntakeskuksiin= pidemmät kuljetusmatkat=pitkiä päiviä perheille ja vähemmän aikaa kotona jne..
Työttömien pakkotyöllistäminen ilman aitoa vaihtoehtoa ei ole kapitalismia eikä vapaata markkinataloutta. Se muistuttaa kommunismia, jos painotus on kollektiivisessa tuotannossa ja työn jakautumisessa valtiollisesti, fasismia, jos taustalla on kurinpalautus, alistaminen ja sosiaalinen kontrolli.
June 29, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Työttömien pakkotyöllistäminen ilman aitoa vaihtoehtoa ei ole kapitalismia eikä vapaata markkinataloutta. Se muistuttaa kommunismia, jos painotus on kollektiivisessa tuotannossa ja työn jakautumisessa valtiollisesti, fasismia, jos taustalla on kurinpalautus, alistaminen ja sosiaalinen kontrolli.
Hey Trump; and right-wing leaders of the West:
Peace doesn’t come from domination,or endless wars!!!
You call others dangerous, but your own history is full of invasions, colonialism, arms deals, and destabilizing entire regions.
Just because Iran challenges your power doesn't make it the villain.
Peace doesn’t come from domination,or endless wars!!!
You call others dangerous, but your own history is full of invasions, colonialism, arms deals, and destabilizing entire regions.
Just because Iran challenges your power doesn't make it the villain.
June 18, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Hey Trump; and right-wing leaders of the West:
Peace doesn’t come from domination,or endless wars!!!
You call others dangerous, but your own history is full of invasions, colonialism, arms deals, and destabilizing entire regions.
Just because Iran challenges your power doesn't make it the villain.
Peace doesn’t come from domination,or endless wars!!!
You call others dangerous, but your own history is full of invasions, colonialism, arms deals, and destabilizing entire regions.
Just because Iran challenges your power doesn't make it the villain.
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Kun maailma on viiltäviä sanoja,
kämmenen jälki sateen huuruisessa ikkunaruudussa,
ahdistavia tekoja, asemalaiturilla vilkuttaja;
vaikka viimeisestä lähdöstä on aikaa jo kovin kauan.
kämmenen jälki sateen huuruisessa ikkunaruudussa,
ahdistavia tekoja, asemalaiturilla vilkuttaja;
vaikka viimeisestä lähdöstä on aikaa jo kovin kauan.
January 26, 2025 at 10:57 PM
Kun maailma on viiltäviä sanoja,
kämmenen jälki sateen huuruisessa ikkunaruudussa,
ahdistavia tekoja, asemalaiturilla vilkuttaja;
vaikka viimeisestä lähdöstä on aikaa jo kovin kauan.
kämmenen jälki sateen huuruisessa ikkunaruudussa,
ahdistavia tekoja, asemalaiturilla vilkuttaja;
vaikka viimeisestä lähdöstä on aikaa jo kovin kauan.
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February 27, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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I think it's a bit suspicious that the President of the United States is making a phone call to an internationally wanted criminal.
February 12, 2025 at 11:56 PM
I think it's a bit suspicious that the President of the United States is making a phone call to an internationally wanted criminal.