I love the smell of desperation in the morning

[Pekka]

Lalalalalaaaa NAnananaaaa

sing it for my enemy, sing it for my sanity

gogogogogogogo goooone

praise it! I've finally overcome my own ego. It's lost! Yeehaa, I guess I'm not quite the ubermensch just yet, maybe just an idiot who didn't sleep and an idiot who ... naaaaah I don't know man. I don't know anything. What is this crap.

[Heraclitus]

I like to, well sometimes, when I'm dressed in a bath robe to adhere to the dubious pinciple of fundamentaly advanced psychosometry.



Nonsense spam thread.

[Pekka]

Let's do freestyle rambling. Because I clogged the toilet and it's 3.20AM and I ain't sleeping. I'm on a sick leave yet I don't enjoy it. YEah baby, it's the day of the living dead. I'm a living dead. I don't live yet I'm not dead. I guess this is a transition phase, you choose which you want to do, live a life or die away. I choose to live. I take the left from the intersection but the mother****ers keep bumping into me, playing their horns *TOOOOOOOTOOOOOOOOOOTOOOOOOO* MOVE MOTHER****ER! TAKE A PICK!

Shut the hell up! THere's only two choices, I'm taking some time to figure out what to do! If you're in such a hurry, why don't you pass me and go to your destiny, *******! ****! Now I have to take the left. Just because that ******* bugging me also took left and stopped. There he is. Looking from the rear view mirror, smiling. Saying, "go on. Take the right. Take iiiiit!". Now I want to go over there and kick his ass!

I choose left, not because it seems like a good idea, but I can't take the right knowing that this ******* lives. He pissed me off too much. I drive fast, take the left and stop the car, get out of the car and start running towards the dude and his car. Just to make it more dramatic. I like a good scene. I run towards the car and shout "GET OUT MOTHER****ER!". Oh damn, maybe he has a gun? No wait, this isn't real, I make the rules! So he doesn't have a gun, but I have a golf bat. No, baseball bat. No, I want the golf bat *PHHHUmp!* and it appears on my hand. NOW WHAT? GET OUT OF THE CAR! Suddenly he seems scared and locks the doors. I smash the driver side window and drag him out regardless. He is on the ground, begging for mercy. I start thinking hmm, maybe I should just let him go. So as I lay down my golf bat, suddenly he turns red and grows a thousand times larger above me, almost reaching the clowds. ****! It's the devil! "Ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaa! You didn't have the balls to get the man, you're a *****, ha-ha-ha-haaaaaa! Now I'm going to rape in into thousand pieces with my devil loins, prepare for no lube insert!!"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I pick up the golf bat but it turns into a huge dildo. DAMN IT! What would Freud say? I don't care, I need to take a hike!

So I run back to my car, turn around and decide to take the right this time. I drive and drive but there's no intersection anymore. Just a sea of black dildos. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! It seems my fate is been decided for me. It seems I will never poo normally again. But I have a back up. I start to scream God please help me! Father, help me! I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW!!! "HE can't hear you, ha-ha-ha-haaaa. Remember when you were 12 years old and first masturbated? It's been all downhill for you ever since, he can't hear you, Ha-ha-ha-haaa!"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Then I quickly wake up. I'm on the couch, screaming about black dildos and pleading for the devil not to rape me. The psychiatrist doesn't look very pleased. Did I pass, I ask him. "Well, do you think you passed?", he asks me in return. No seriously, did I pass or not? "What would the difference mean to you?". NO! Shut the hell UP! I get up from the couch and storm out of the room. Incidentally, men with white coats grab my arms, trying to bully me down. I calm myself down and let them walk me a bit, and then I look at the other one and say, "do you know I fought the devil with only a dildo in my hand? Take a good look at me and then look at your buddy. You think you can measure up against me?" And before they can answer, I go into furious twitching mode and release myself. I grab the chair on the hallway and shout, "BACK DOWN! DON'T MAKE ME USE THIS CHAIR! And put that needle away before you hurt yourself with it. Look at me in the eyes", and they do. I quickly hypnotize them and convince them that they are being raped by the devil. I leave them, letting them have their nightmare right there as I notice that one of them is actually sicker than I am, screaming, "NO devil, I don't want a new virgin anus, for the thousandth of time! It really huuuurts!" HA-ha-ha-haaaaaaa.

I storm out of the hallway, pass the reception desk and kick the door out of my way. Now I'm in the streets. Damn it's bright in here. People look at me as if I just escaped from the asylum. Then again, I just did. So **** it.

I want a pizza. I've been tortured and raped and I just fought some dudes, I want a damn pizza right now! I think I've earned it. Plus I've lost 20 pounds, how long was I in there? I have a beard as well. Suddenly, a camera crew gets on my tail. I start running and they follow me and I hear the host babbling, "we're now following the most screwed up man in the world! welcome to the most screwed up man in the world show, he just escaped the asylum and we're following to see what he does next, don't change the channel, we'll be right back with you to see where this maniac goes next!"

What the hell? Is this a show? How did they find me? Was this planned? I stop running and turn around and wait for the camera crew to catch me up. They stop and don't come close to me. What is he going to do next is their apparent thought, as they eagerly wait me to do something crazy. So I just ignore them. But there's a problem. I have to choose now, do I go left or right? Does the devil wait me with his humongous genitalia in the other and what does the other option hold? I don't know. There's no instructions. And there's no time to continue because I need to take a leak. Ta-ta.

[Pekka]

annnd now the leak is over so continue I shall.

so I have to choose again. I stop and contemplate, I don't know what to do. Suddenly, a voice appears in my head, "what's the matter, why can't you choose?". I don' tknow what to do! I don't know which one is which! "Well... does it really make a difference?" I guess not and the voice continues, "how do you know you really took the right in the first place anyway? Perhaps you are dead and this is Hell. YOu youngsters read too much Dante's Inferno, he was a ***** anyway. I, however, prefer classics like John Stagliano and his Buttman line of work." So as I'm trying to figure if I'm dead or not and if the assman in my head is myself, God or the Devil, I again wake up.

Now I wake up from my own bed. What the hell was that? Was I asleep? Why does it seem so real though? So I get up and yawn. Wow, what a relief, that was horrible. I open the my bedroom door and decide to get the mail. There's only one letter in it so I open it and it says, "Congratulations, you passed the test, we will be in touch soon." What test? How, why and when? And why am I being rejected from this reality of insanity? I mean I was rejected from the real world, so now I'm being rejected from the insane world as well? Now THAT is being rejected!

I don't know, you guys can continue from now on.

[Alinestra Covelia]

Why choose between Pekka and his pekka when you can have both?

[Pekka]

I don't get it AC. I suspect this is because of your lack of penile exposure of my glorious and grandiose truth that is enlightment of the seed that is mine truly.

[Alinestra Covelia]

I'm... not going to disagree with that.

This is probably the safest course of action.

[Pekka]

You can't disagree with it.

Don't you think about it. Don't! Don't think about it in your mind, don't draw a picture of my stuff. I command you to not think about what it is like. I feel that you're actually disobeying my orders here. Can you please stop imagining my stuff?!

I understand you can't stop drawing that image in your head. It is now planted there. It will forever stay there. You can feel good about it. When ever you feel good about it, you can start feeling even better about it. I'm curious to know what you are feeling right now?

[Alinestra Covelia]

I was feeling grumpy. But then he got out of the Seven Dwarfs' hot tub, so I started feeling happy instead.

[Pekka]

Oh well, I think I mimght actually pass out soon. My eyes are hurting and then they stopped hurting and are just dumb. No, numb. What's the wrod? Wrod, that's only one letter from rod. Yes, the enlightment awaits oh ye little ones!

Oh and AC, I think I might be able to sleep better if you stopped thinking about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it all the time. Don't imagine the colour of it at least. Oh well, time to try to... pass out.

Ta-ta little ones Daddy tries another altered state.

[Pekka]

GOt some sleep. Yay.

Oddly enough, I feel more like crap. Note to self: never sleep again.

[Pekka]

Oh man, I feel like I'm in a western movie right now. You know? The tension... yeah.... what are you looking at their boy? I reckon you better mind your own damn business before I take my boot and shove it. Go back to the pickeqepeqa pond you came from. I got my six shooter right here if you come around messin' ....

fight! fight! fight! fight!

I better put down the cigarette already and take off my hat. Or am I supposed to shoot with the hat on? I'm not sure but I think I better take it off.

[Pekka]

wow. Took another few hour nap. Seems like all I do now is sleep. Anyways, got up, felt pretty tired, but OK. Then I drank an energy drink which I haven't done in ages (wonder why...). I put on one of my favourite tracks, Drexciya's Hydro Theory, and got into this... sort of synthetic pleasure world, euphoric though frequency, that has been injected with extreme technology. Difficult to explain, but its binary nature is ripping me apart from pleasure. In a complete relaxed state, drinking that energy drink is giving me huge rushes. Huge. I guess my body was so tired in reality, that now it is still tired yet my brain has been activated. Perhaps my meds are also kicking in, I've been taking them for a week so perhaps some sort of serotinin overload plays a role. I don't know. But thought I should let ya'll know.

[Lorizael]

I think I was right, more or less.

[Pekka]

Now that's really funny. I hope I don't come across to you ever in real life. I know it's lame and I never usualyl do this, but I'd have to resist the urge to kill you.