Neverending Story [Game]

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You are the best! .

"Halooo, Halooo, Brum, Brumelibrum. Now it is fucking ENOUGH! I let you try to crack my walnuts, because I wanted to know if you still work for that Socialismusstate. And you have nothing to do with the battle between Superdog and me. We fought for other reasons and it so happened that I WON! And, and, it was my sunclear right, to put that literally son of a bitch in a Salvadorzoo where every Salvadorian could spit on him. Brum,brum. And, and if you don't shut up soon enough, I will put you Socialistaidiot, in a cage next to him. I am the superpapabear and you belong to a lost regime. KGB doesn't exist anymore. Brumelibrum. You couldn't
even crack my walnuts, since you don't know where I have sheltered them. Butt, butt, I haven't had so fun for years. Brumbrumhahabrumelibrumbrum. And he laughd so hard that...

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his walnuts became visible for the first time. "AHA! there they are at last!" Said the KGB lady. "Quick!! get your drumsticks and go with Várese Ionisation on the left one while I get some Zappa going on the right!! Vivace e con fuoco!!!" The other 3 agents grabbed him and tied him leaving his nuts on open air. Then the experimental music began. Every time they hit him, he would laugh harder and harder. After some tiresome improvisations, the lady asked: "What kind of masochist are you?, you're not even hurt by this awful polyrhythmic music??". "HAHAHA! this is the best time I've ever had! Haha! I love experiments!" They tried everything for 2 days, Including Ligeti and even Meshuggah butt papabear endured all. When the KGB guys were about to begin with electrical shocks, papabear said...

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"Don't try that shit on me. I warn you. Brumelibrum. Butt I am not masochist as you hoped, brum. I love Varese and Zappa butt I missed Stockhausens helicopterquartet. Meshuggah is not my idea of music, not to even speak of that Dream-something. Brumbrumhuh! I am glad you didn't torment me with that. There is also some strummer Evanson that I have problem with. Real bearproblembrum to accept. Accept on the other hand I can accept if I really must.
Well,well. I have had a lot of fun with you KGB-people butt now I have to be serious. Go into the cages.NOW! Dinner will be served in an hour. I think it will be some cow that died yesterday, so now you can show your russian-wilderness".

And in the cages they were driven by papabears big paws. Butt in the distance you could hear...

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Superdog that had been freed from the shit-zoo through violence and other common salvadorean methods. "Look at what I've become! All because of you! I had to devour a guard and his children! I'm a monster!! Now I'll rip off your walnuts and display them pridefully as a warbadge" The KGB headquarters which were located at precisely 55° 45′ 31.2″ N, 37° 37′ 32.16″ E , 55.758667, 37.6256. was destroyed completely by the down-paws of superdog, he was no longer a justice-full dog. Papabear couldn't do anything but running into the moscow woods until he reached a hidden polar city, scared and sweating, screaming.. He there was shortly amazed by the god-like structures and..

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" Brumeli" he said. "Brumelius, what a beautiful city of silver and ice. Here I will stay. I must only fix a new wife first. And I have to scare them a bit, so they respect me". And 2,38 cm and 260 kg brownbear standing on his hindlegs bruuuuuummming with his full lungcapacity was scary. The silverice-people trembled in their silverhouses, but one ladybear outside the town that heard him trembled of other reasons. "God, what a voice",she said,"He can be my husband" And she dashed to papabear and asked him if she could be his wife. "With great pleasure, I was just looking for a new wife, since my earlier one got eaten by an idiotic Salvadorian. So I will put a ring on your hairy finger and write a poem for you".He said, with beartear in his eye. And he started..."You are like an amarillo...Butt in the horizon one could see a shadow...

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that blends tenaciously with the colors of your eyes" The poem was suddenly interrupted by the little bears that were dancing around, he picked one up and started cuddling him in a loveful manner. "You see, my dear now-wife, I'm not always a bad bear that captures salvadorean dogs to put them into shit zoos.. I do have a heart. It was my dad who made me this way, he was a real badbad bear. But now that I've found you miraclously in this polar moscow town, I will love you forever. No poem can sum that!" The girlbear was in tears and so moved she heard a voice coming from the ocean they were standing next to. (Tears in the polar cities have hallucinogenic effects that border Delirium Tremens from a middle age homeless man in a beer shortage). "This bear is lying!" Said a little drop that had been left alone on the top of a rock when the tide went down. "I know it! they always say that. They always do!" It looked sad and bitter... "Don't listen to it!" Said another that had been briefly brought upon by a big wave, crashing into 4 legs playfully. "He's always like that, be happy! don't let...!" but the wave carried it away.

Crabs and some mollusks were now leaving the beach enviroment to guard themselves from the now approaching night, entering their little holes:... "You must believe in yourself"...... "Whatever it is right for your heart"... "Go for it bitch!".... "Listen to me..."... "Believe!! Jesus is coming, where will your love be when satan puts his trident far up your anus?!" ..."Calm down and think about it..."... "Here's a rainbow for you".

All the voices withered in and out with the waves.. as a ballad. The only remaining sound after some time was the twinkly one of waves. Intermitent, annoying yet relaxing like salvadorean rains when october begins. Girlbear sat on a rock. The hallucinations must have been strong because papabear was gone now, leaving the usual note with the "call me" written with bird shit in her hands. There she cried again and she engaged a new conversation with a vivalve mollusk that was passing by that night...

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The mollusc was an intent listener and the beargirl opened her heart for him. "I loved that papabear and I think I am pregnant and have got gonorrhea too. I would have liked to have him to stand by me now butt he is a migratorybear, so he left. I have to take care of my cubs all by myself and this is hard times for a sole mother here in the north.
"Jaja", said the friendly mollusc ,"I would have helped you, butt, butt, I am only a little seaanimal and totally helpless on land. You can't live here in the water either, so sorry, sorry, we have no future together"
" I know, I know", said the beargirl and bigbig beartears fell from her ears (this type of bear weeps from their ears, since the lachrymal-channels are placed there.) And the beartears are not only hallucinatory, when they water the ground, blue bearflowers grow up and flourish and soon the beach was bloomingblue. The beargirl stopped weeping. "Oh,the world is blue and I am blue. I have to try to be greenbrown again. Maybe I should look up a nopapabear for company" she said and looked a bit happygreen.
She left the now weeping mollusc whose tears came from an anuschannel, butt after some miles she...

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stopped and noticed how the moon was constantly watching her. Leering intensely. Girlbear shouted "What do you want now!? can you leave me alone? There's a hurted girlbear with an only child walking around the beach. Isn't there anything sacred any longer??" The moon was startled. "Oh my! Oh my! I'm really sorry and if I have to defend myself.. those were definately not my intentions. Interrupting your wandering, that is. I just couldn't help to notice you were actually crying from your ears. I'm not a doctor you know, even less a veterinarian.. butt you should really go to the nearest zoo so you can get them checked. Just stay away from the salvadorean one. An elephant there just died. Yikes!"... Girlbear began to walk again, ignoring the moon's big eyes following her around. After some time, the girl had had enough "I'm not salivating from my ears now! Why are you looking at me?!" The moon, startled, started panicking.. "Well.. It's just that... You see you're really pretty and your feet, they're just...

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just to small for you. Do you really think you are a beargirl. Small feet and weeping through your ears? I am not a zoologist, butt I would have guessed that you were an unusually big shrewbeargirl.
"Would you please stop that shittalk", said the girl. " I know that you only want to chat me up. Isn't it soon time for you to go under the horizon. You have been here long enough"
The moon looked very embarrassed and fetched a bigbig cloud to hide behind. But she could still hear him. "Solly, solly,(nr 11, turtlesoup. He was soon to wander over China) Butt you wept and I thought you needed some mooncomfort. I can tell you, by the way, that the father of your unborn cubs is sleeping at this very beach one kilometer from you.
The shrewbeargirl(for that was what she really was) got very happy and started to run."Oh, I am sure he still loves me... yippeele, yippeelei, what can I say. Papaboooo ohohoo here I come.
And yes, there he was. Sleeping and snoring! Butt,butt, butt. With whoooom? The shrewbeargirl stopped in her happy running and stared at...

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the gigantic squid that was resting with it's three hearts in papabears chest.. Onykia ingens it seemed.. but was what that horrible thing that maked a nut in papabear's strong legs? Girlbear asked herself, soon to dismay from the rage.. Unable to speak, beargirl stared at them, both lying in the sand, with rage and disgust. The horizon was at least dawning, they will both soon wake up. With it's remaining time in the night sky, the moon said, shy and feeling sorry for the heart broken girl "Well.. I didn't want you to know this way.. you seem so pretty and those feet! He didn't deserve them. Too much for a squidfucker like that.." Beargirl responded when she was able to talk again, almost with tears in her eyes, thinking about how happily the three-hearts of the mollusk must have been beating then. "Thanks but I have to..

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stay petrified. Oh, oh look, look, my love. I have found my love. This is recircling and I can use him again. Butt now he is with that ugly Onyxia Ingens. How could he? Slime Onyxia isn't his type at all. Butt it is easily fixed!"
With a resolute punch of the left paw she killed Onyxia and with her right paw she scooped her up and engulfed her in one swallow. "That was the end of the ugly Onyxia, now I am at last alone with my love, my Papabearlove"
Papabear woke up when he heard Onyxias deathcry in the girls stomach." Who is screaming and who have eaten my Onyxia, brum,brum ?". He was really angry. "And who darkens the dawnlight here in front of me? Oh! It is you the gremlin-groupie, the pregnant shrewbeargroupie. I thought I had escaped you and and I will again since I am running faster than you on your too small feet. Who told you I was here with Onyxia?"
"Oh, it was the moon He didn't like to see all my tears".
"The moon has no reason to interfere when stalking gremlingroupies got pregnant, it's not his business, brumelibrum. He should sail quietly over the firmament. That is his destiny".
And the moon that just was sinking under the horizon got very red in his face and he sang.

Sorry, sorry Papabear,
I would not interfere,
In your sordid affair,
I ought to just dwell in the atmosphere,
And you can only hear,
Me talking when the sky is clear,
But I can't stand to see some tear,
Falling from a shrowgirls ear,
So that is why I came so near,
to her and now I swear,
I will not be back for a year,
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

And that was true for now the north of Russia went into a year long moonless winterdose. The dawn went to dusk in a couple of minutes and papabear had never seen anything like it." Brumelibrumbrum" He roared. " Who turned out the light? I will...

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smash everyone who assumes I will go to bed so early. I'm heavily shocked by what happened and wouldn't be able to sleep until I take some tea or some sleeping pills. What is this shit?" The sun answered with it's last bits of dawn lights "I'm not going to contemplate any of this. I'm VERY sensitive and if I start crying many people would die.." So the moon was up again. "What is this?! Would you at least notice that I'm HERE and elaborate?" asked the girlbear, now in all her senses, regreting the decision of eating the ingens since she was pregnant.. the shore was now stuffed with the most vast variety of life-forms. Ants, mollusks, jellyfishes, Sponges, Squids and a dog. All awaiting for the outcome of the love conversation. "Well my dear shrewbeargirl.. if I ever had to explain this to you, will it ever make sense? you saw what happened! I was sleeping peacefully at night, not aware of the vast fauna of this area, and that vile ingens hopped over me while I was dreaming about you. It was summer and we were promenading all over some salvadorean forest, which smelled like that shitcake you made for me the other day by the way. When I woke up, the moon was on his pale side and I couldn't see a thing, so I assumed it was nothing to worry about. I hugged this jelly thing and it made a nut around my legs. Nothing to worry about!, I said. And then kept on dreaming of us over some shittrees, this time from ecuador." There was a general outburst of sighs and whisper among the fishpeople. The dog stood resting in his front paws, unresented..

A grin aroused in the now heavily-breathing shrewgirl (as if she was under some bed) "I won't listen to this anymore.. you can sure don't hope me to buy.. Never would have known of me before! No debt for me! I'm already caught up but...

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" Pippippippip", said the shrewbeargirl,( She sounds like that. ) "You are a big liar. I am not a groupie and I happened to love you. Butt you pissed on my art and my love, and made me feel like a hairy gnat-gnat. So I leave you now. For ever. And you can go to bearhell".
",Hrmhrmhrm", was heard from the sky. It was the moon that wanted attention."The sun, the light of my life let me jump back today and that will create confusion among the astronomers around the world. Haha".
And guess if it did? In Houston, the astronaut-astronomers couldn't believe their telescopes, and they alerted the President that couldn't believe his ears. He contacted Spielberg. "Have you heard? he screamed. "The moon is jumping backwards. Do something!"
Spielberg was stunned. "Can we send some brave American pilots in strange aircrafts or some rockets maybe. I must talk to the guy in Spooks. He with the elfears. He has experience of spaceships and things projected through the air and he will know what to do".
So he called the earman but got no answer. The earman was sleeping and had taken off his ears so he couldn't hear the "Sound of Musicsignal". And the moon was still jumping around. "I feel like making a poem for you two," he said and started to humelihum.
"Nonono" An unisonous roar from the beach silenced him. "Butt", said the moon with tears in his eyes Mare Serenitatis and Mare Crisium, and those big dropps made snowstorms in Africa. It was rather sour snow (nr 16. wildpork with lightly burned rice in ordinary sauce).
"Jaja, you ungrateful, uncultivated, stupid, hircinbears. I will go back to my ordinary dull route. Shit, shit. One is never alowed to have fun". And he disappeared under the horizon again.
But in Houston the astronaut-astronomers applauded, the President of US applauded and Spielberg applauded. But first he called his producer," I have an idea", he said, and...

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What, what? Noone writes here anymore. I am alone in thís neverendingland! Where are you all? Hallooo! So I have to make a try. Again! Where was we? Spielberg ja...


related his latest brainstorm. The producer wrinkled his forehead. "Not a new "Artificiell intelligens" I hope. I hated those fucking robots".
"No,no no", answered Spielberg, "This is about the Moon and what would happen if he suddenly changed his ellipse and went someother way. I had a dream last night, that the Moon was trying to sing a song for two superbears, or was it superdogs? No it was absolutely bears, wasn't it?"
The producers forehead wrinkled even more. "Do you expect me to know what sort of animal you dream about?" he asked, rather sourly (Sweet duck in sour plumsauce, 44) "I think you should give up that PCP, you evidently are on now. The Moon can't sing, he is mute, and if you don't know that you are in trouble-(and you are trouble)-so no money to some Moon-singing-for-bears-or whatever-movie. Capisce! "
"Butt, butt", Spielberg was upset, "It could be a new "Sound of music". Think, just think! Two little bears in love in the wilderness and suddenly the Moon starts to sing for them. Violins, lots of violins and maybe we can persuade Jarrett to play too..."
"For godness sake, throw that PCP in the toilet and drink some strong goncoffee. You are crazier than...

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"Wait wait!" interrupted Spielberg, a bit agitated. "Just WAIT..... now.. I have an idea, let's get in contact with this Roque Dalton folk and have him sing.. Yeah, sing.. we can have a fuckton of people dancing around him aswell. You hear that?! A FUCKTON!!. Let me remind you that I'M the one in charge here. My mind is flying.. TAKE notes!: We need waterbottles. A SHITLOAD of waterbottles. NONO! that's not it! Let them be CANS! SODA CANS!!. There will be dogs too, making a musical, with MEXICAN music.. there will be HUGE breasted argentinian pop singers. And I don't mean Lopilato big. I mean HEAVY AND BIG, the kind of shit that pulverizes your thoracic vertebrae. There there!. And then there's a lot of hydrants, that will be the plot! Huge heavy breasted argentinian woman PISSING on hydrants... on the moon! You hear me?!? The main character will be called Pablo and it will be salvadorean, Dalton will be his childhood friend and they will get together to make music. They just LOVE jarrett and dalton lipsings his solos like a god.. there there.. you took notes? We are headed for so many oscars they will give us free asshole rings!!... We'll all call this film: P.C.P. and there's no fucking alien in all this for god's sake.. that's just wrong... it will be filmed on the moon. Get me in contact with the nasa, we need a ride for tomorrow night" And he went away from the room, crawling from happiness.. The producer then called the nasa and they said:..

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Great! :luv1: :luv1:

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" Good heavens Lord! Is he on that PCP again? What happened this time?" asked the Nasapersonel.And the producer started to sing an Abbatravesty

"He had a dream and a song to sing,

To help him cope with everything,

He has seen some wonder of a fairy-tale,

And he would take it on, even if he fail,

He believes in Angels and he had some dreams,

About the moon making highpitched screams,

He is now crazier than ever before,

And I'm not so sure,

I can take this foolishness anymore,

I have also a dream, that I no longer produce,

This shit of not any sort of use,

But my eye will have a hot big bruise,

If I try to make any ananasappelorangejuice,

To drown him in as some concluse."

"Oh That is bad, very, very bad. What can we do?" asked Nasa.

"Would you please just pretend to cooperate! I will give him some antidrug, so he sleeps for a week. Then his cooking brain has cooled down and he will understand...that..."

Song again...

"He had a dream, a fantasy,

And there he saw no reality,

He can't believe in Angels, they are fairy-tale,

And a film of the Moon would be one big fail,

Even if he had a dream and a song to sing,

He can't go on with that stupid fling,"


"Jaja, we understand," said the astronaut that answered the phone, "And we can make a choir if you want".

And he started to sing with a deep baritonevoice...

"We in Nasa even have a dream, a song to sing,

Since we have seen that the Moon is nothing butt a

big round thing,

Up there in the sky, and he never swing...

" Thank you," interrupted the stressed producer, "It will be fantastic , BUTT...

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can we save that for later? we don't need a choir just now. Do you happen to have some hydrants planted on the moon's surface though?..."

"Oh, no no no!" laughed the nasaguy "We stopped having that sort of anti-fire precautions when, after 100 hydrants planted, we realized there's absolutely no need to do this in the moon's surface. There's hardly any oxygen there you know? haha.. We can get you a LOT of oxy-clean there though. We use it as fuel.."

"Please.. don't.." Answered the producer. Arrleady with a big vein in the forehead "So, we have anything to go there tomorrrrow?? Can't we do something about the silence up there? I have this thing called Sedatephobia I aquired being a dogbreeder, I can't go long without hearing people talking or screaming, or at least some dogs voffing.. That's why I became a producer in the first place, no silence at all."

"Yeah Herr producer!. We'll equip your drone with a home-theater system so you listen to Abba all day long, since you seem to know their songs by heart. The budget here at Nasa is such that we save a couple of billions for times like these, when a Pcp movie-maker needs to go to the moon from one day to another to film woman pissing on low-gravity. We have this little drone you can use, The GAGA-17.77, used for celebrities and other artsy guys. We here appreciate art! We had this spaceshippe shaped like a penis the other day and..."

"YES. Thanks a lot. We'll be there. Bye!" And then he hanged the phat phone up. The whole thing put him in a foul mood on his way home, so he was singing:

"I wanna shake. I wanna wind out. I wanna leave this mind and shout. Love is a tower. You're the key. I've lived all this life like an ocean in disguise. I don't live forever. I will walk with my shadow blend. You can't keeeeep me here!"

The rebelion cells on his brain woke up for the first time in his life so he had to stop in a restaurant that was just a couple of blocks away from his house. There was no one there since it was 5:22am and the people there had no clue. He sat, ordered an iced tea and he said to himself: "Fuck that Gamemountain!! I'm up for myself now. I'll go and live my dream, I'll major philosophy in the university and I'll start playing the chromatic harmonica. My wife can go to hell aswell, I don't live forever. There's no wrong or right but I'm sure there's good and bad. Yes yes. No matter how cold the winter there's a spring time ahead. Yes Yes. I'll sleep in the streets for a while. Ha! no worries." So he dispensed his mind from all this moon-fiasco and got out of the restaurant, half of the tea on his hands, nearly half of the thing was filled with ice cubes: it was around 6:10 and there was wind and..

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it was rising to a storm.
" Today I will blow out my brain", he thought. " I will never sleep again. I will be a homeless vagabond and never produce a single stupid film. Again!
This is the year 2010. A new songtitlegame has been made and I am wondering how I really feel. Bad, I feel bad, I have laughed too much to the purple walrus and after an exiting weekend it is time to be happy and enthusiastic, butt I must maybe ending this neverending story with playing Jarrett or Evans Butt who will it be. Maybe Stratovision.
And what word will I use. Bumb in crumb sounds good butt in the questiongame I will forget the question. And WHAT am I doing right now? Wait, wait. How is the weather there? Or here? Not to talk about what time it can be. And what name of the band?
I have to answer with a song and why not 4,33 by Cage that is easier to sing than that damn Abba.
Butt what on earth can the time be?23,44 or 11,16. Who can know the right time when there are so many options. I must complain, complain about everything and most on Katjeks a bot from separhives. He made me ask myself if I am dead. And was I? No! So let us swing and poll about it. My avatar? What can it mean? Either or another? It is the game I revived and why not a new poll about the dept of the vagina. Butt, butt I have no vagina, so I have to modify the question butt first when I am back in bikini. That will suit me and made me feel good since I have seven triangles and a penis, thanks to Lauri's lost brother. That is great shit and it is always niggertime here after the last poster won.
Oh now I am home so I think I will go to sleep after all, butt who is sleeping in my bed and...

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what is this things on my pants just now? Well I'll have to find out later since it seems to be heavily stuck around the doghair I secretly stuff myself with at nights.. poor thing, it must be a horrible job it performs. Butt now I have arrived here at this house from a former-producer and I am now at this strange room. What can I do so times passes by? maybe I'll just stuff myself with doghair and whatnot! Funfun! I will do so until it is noon. And I will search for pups to fuck all day long until I get some sort of pseudo-chlamydia and have to go through a hard time at the vet explaining why so many streetdogs have soreanus disease... well, what a shit.. I'll sleep for a minute."

And the formerproducer slept and slept. Like a newborn puppy in the paws of his mother on a salvadorean forest that loves to fuck legs. And he had a dream:

There was this strange snow all over the place and cold. People looked different and there was a strange statue of a naked men. It was a park and he woke up in the middle of the street, holding the traffic.

"What is wrong with you, you dogfucker? clean your ass once in a while." said an angry driver nearly running over the poor confused ex-producer, now feeling a bit bad for the traffic he was holding. He quickly ran off from there and sat on a bench.

"Where the hell am I now? What is the meaning of this?" he asked and...

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So now we are back in Salvador. Again? I will change that...


wrinkled his nose,"Huh huh" "You are in El Salvador, a land where people are SO happy and dogfuckers are highly regarded. But this is nothing compared to my country. Would you like to follow me to Finland", said a kind girl, with plaits and summerfreckles.
"Okey", the former producer looked happy. "Butt I must buy some warm cloths first, I can't go without well"? He laughed. "Haha", and thought he was funny...
"Jaja, there is very cold and dark. Butt we have the first class of dogs for raping. They are called wolves and you can get them in packs. It is called wolfpacks and are very popular among dograpers on rapesafari", she said with a sly smile.
And away they went, to the north of Finland where the wolves, and among them some werewolves, waited in the cold snow.
"Ylylyl", yelled the pack."Ylylyl".
"Oh, they are singing in anticipation" said the girl encouragingly. She didn't like dograpers at all and hurried away to safety. "Have a nice rape", she shouted.
Now the wolves surrounded the former producer and dograper.
"Hallooo little woofsies, here comes Johnnie... Butt. Butt. What are you DOING? I will keep my cloths on. It is cold here. Halloo. You are supposed to be nice and cooperative. What IS this? Butt, don't DO that! Ylyl help help they are totally wild... Rape, rape...YYYYYYYLLLLL...

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YYYLLL! YYYLLL! ( ) was heard again. "NONO! What is this?! Johnnie doesn't like this at all!" So he ran to safety on top of a tree, there the wolfies couldn't reach his now scarred arms and crotch. He calmed down and had assimilated what was happening. He then said, gasping: "This girl sure knows about foreigners tastes! A challenge! Nothing like this since the 98' Pedigree Rottweiler from my uncle! Ha! Or the snoozing siberian husky one year later in that dog competition! Ha! this is nothing for me at all..." He drank two redbulls he had saved in his backpack and rampaged out of the tree towards the awaiting wolves, raping the seven of them in ways unimaginable for five hours solid.. YYYLLLLLL YYYYYYLLLLLLL! was heard through all helsinki..

He came out of the forest like a hero, with the seven wolfies facing down the ground after him. His crotch was bleeding and almost all his clothes were torn apart, he had unexplicable wolf hair in his anus channel. The sly smiling girl was now laughing at the bleeding ex-producer. And the people stared at him in awe. No one had ever fucked seven wolves in a row without loosing body parts permanently or without being psichologically traumatized. He sat down on the floor and said "HA! I have succeeded! Look at this wolfies. Johnnie gets shit done!, now if you would be so kind to get me to a competent doctor please, my crotch was torn and I doubt I'll ever...

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We can here see how different our views on dograping are. I want to kill the producer and you make him a big hero. Butt OK then...


can repeat this, how many Red Bulls I consume. This was one-in-the-lifetime-experience", said the exproducer. "Voine, voine. I am bleeding like a slaughtered pig but I have never been so fucking no-bleeding. Thank you plaitgirl for taking me on this rapesafari. This will be something to tell the grandchildren about. Or maybe not, since I don't have any now and probably never can produce any children because those loving woffies ate everything that was prominent and protuding. Butt no regrets! It was worth it, even if there will be no more juicy dogs for me".
The girl had called for an ambulance and the driver and malenurse was full of admiration, "You have lost your clocks( Finnish expression) butt you have won something that is bigger than all penises in the world. And that is all Finns respect. Halleluja. Praise God! (he was a religious man).
"Thank you religious malenurse for your blessing words. I will talk to the people in channel four tomorrow and thank all Finland for letting me play with your wild ones."
And with the sirens in full blast the ambulans took an extra turn through the center of Helsinki where the streets were lined with exultant people, mostly males, that waved American flaggs. "Long live the wolfraper, long live our sevenwolfraping hero", they screamed. Butt in the back stood a black Russian kremlinarab, that wasen't the least delighted so he...

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I see your intentions

..planted obscene quantities of plastic explosives through his anal cavities and threw himself infront of the ambulance screaming "FUCK ALL SPIELBERG MOVIES! I HATED THEM!". Thus, making a small crater in the middle of helsinki, injuring eleven people and a dog. The explosion was so bad, the producer went flying and his body ended up in Kuopio. There was a small civil war in finland, against the russiankremlinsarabs in town, because they had killed the country's hero, the country was falling apart and even Iran got involved with nuclear warhead. Butt then the producer woke up (This was all a dream) in the middle of the night, in his unlit room with an accelerated heart rate and with sweaty sheets. He said:

"I'm back to reality,
I woke up to my own screams,
all the bad things that were said..
will not leave me be..
I need to get them out of my head...
What have I said??
What have I done??"

Butt! Since he was singing way too loud, the neighbors threw a russiangrenade into his house, something easy to aquire for a reasonable price in the streets of his town if you had enough dogfriends. (He played his clarinet all the night through dawn sometimes and their neighbors had had enough) So the boom finally ended his life bloodilishly and there was peace and joy. There even was a party with roasted pork in the neighborhood with dancing and streetdogs were invited. The producer's eidolon was dancing with them too.

Meanwhile, a lonesome blonde shrew expectated all this from a safe distance, it was a roof and her nose was bending up and down like a cartoon. She hadn't eaten shrewfood for weeks and her hair was just a mess from living in the sewers and diving in pure shit and piss, her house was an old orthicon. So bad was this misnutrition that she fell asleep at the sight of roasted pork, watching how people danced and hugged dogs in the distance. Some buses passed by and brum! asleep she was, dreaming:

It was a town like never before, it was all made of plastic and...

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( Guys you've made a novel out of this)

... Then Mars crashed into the Earth and killed Gus Monsanto, so...

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In Death City they thought that Mars was on the wrong track and had harmed mother Earth. And that this collision killed just Gus Monsanto. Butt, ha ha, how wrong they were. It was someone that had spread that rumour, to get off to pay the last burgers he had consumed, before he took care of all RR's saved money (4 dollar).
The supposed Marsbombom came from Zuela and from Huge Hugos digestionchannel. He had tried some new medicin for his constipationproblems and it had a bit too much metanedifice and nitroglycerin and the result was devastating and eardeafening. The soundwave reached both Death City, where the people thought it was the last day on Earth and on Mars, thanks to No Names astrayleading information that some of them believed blindly and passed on. In El Salvador a young poet, even if he was used to rainbowcoloured explosions, in excitement jumped two meter up in the ceiling and on his way down again grabbed the lamp that lost its attachment to the ceiling and followed him down, at which the electricity disappeared in the whole Salvador and the inhabitants had to stumble around in total
darkness. The lamp fell on his piano that started its selfplayingmechanism with Schuberts Allegretto in C minor.
Butt Gus in A-tina was absolutely okey. He hadn't heard a sound from that Nitrobombom. He was just rehearsing some songs from his new record without No Name, who was in No Nameland, butt wrote every day that he was in A-tina, which was one og No Names many lies. Other names he used were Santos, Harvester, Zorba, Norba, Horba, Smurf,Scurf Plurff and Burrff.
The important thing in this story is that the rumours about Monsantos death is considerably exaggerated and that he is alive and kicking even if he has depts for feeding some cuckoobrat under a long time. But here comes Johnny in. He has...

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had his crotch sewn and he's reading for some fucking wolves. (Medics in finnland are THAT amazing, they can repair torn prostates in no time). Butt what is this? It is the dream of a blonde shrew in the sewers and all that gus monsanto rumours involving mars and earth crashing were just wild hallucinations from not eating at all, and, well, all those days in the sewers and of moving her nose up and down and making races with bikes; like a cartoon. This stage, of course was accompanied by muscle contractions and they were preceeded by the sensation of falling: she hallucinated to be flying with the wright brothers' shitplane and crashing DOWN like a dead pidgeon. After this of course, she entered the REM stage, in which she was unwakeable and started the real dream, while the current of the sewers just took her floating like a leaf... a blond a leaf with a long thin nose; like a cartoon. In her sleep though, there was this Johnnie guy that fucked wolves and that was killed after surviving a sandniggerbomb that made him fly up to kuopio, he survived because his muscles were really relaxed from all the finnish anestesia and he fell stumbling upon a haystack in the road. Shortly after, he was killed by shrimp allergies, which made him look like a redfrog. After all this, this was her second dream:

Crumbs falling like snowflakes on a cold river, and there's this lingering sound of ice and snow that echoes in the middle of this big room. The trees on this square of land or space were the most down-facing trees you could ever find on this kind of territory. Overweighted ataraxia. Botanical existencialism. Crisis. Outright wishes not to live in this kind of land. Butt trees have no hands, no eyes, so they couldn't see this weird human walking down by the baumland. And she contemplated the night through this mirror-like flowing surface, with water so pure you could even drink from it right away and NOT get severe stomach infections. Time just wasn't there. Here, there's this need of dogs scratching the doors every 5 minutes or so, just to know that the time hasn't stopped at all. "We need messagers, since this watches won't do anything for us anymore, that at least shed a bit of direction unto us. What's the point where the incredible and the exact coincide?" Commented the trees, when wind surprised them off from sleep. "And we need new humans, this girl has been sitting there for hours without moving at all and I'm bored already, ha! I think she finds our quietness fullfiling. Maybe not. Would a bit of noise suit this visitor?.. A bit of dirt would cleanse the most purest eyes we could find." So there was a singing. The wind directed with an invisible baton. Chopin forest concerto #1. for baume and wind. This was the first set. Then it came tchaikovsky... then bach. Nothing seemed to generate a reaction. There was only this hiss alltogether in this dreamed 25x25mts square of land, when the forest stopped singing. There was also this wooden box with white pages inside, maybe someone thought that someone would want to write something in the middle of this trees.

"Maybe october would be just a name.
That august also conveys.

There's this need of labeling"

The shrew had just hit a sewer-door in her journey. And upstairs there was this cathedral where they were playing jazzmusik, with cool blokes having a lonely party. 11 people in total, some were a bit disrespectful and stood up just when the music was beginning.. The music echoed through the cave-like sewer, permeating the shrew's dream with "Indian summer"...

The girl standed up and stayed at the edge of this square, perceiving just white in front of her, to the horizon, and there was no sky from here, just nothing.

"To the sky above, he just ain't nothing
But he's got a great view.
To the man above she just ain't nothing
but he's got a great view."

The girl took a step in this unreal white, to see what would happen if she fell and...

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the shrewgirl flew, yes she could actually fly. She straightened some wings she didn't knew she had and with a jubilant little sound, she sailed over the Salvadorian roofs to meet the dawn. Suddenly she saw a window that looked poetic and she decided to stay there. She could hear someone playing Chopin and it was a handsome young man on the piano. His eyes were shut and he seemed to dream away with the music.
Over his head soared three transparant beings. Two little larger and one tiny. They had soulful eyes and the shrew understood that they were just souls. Butt three? How could the young man have so many souls? She decided to visit them and crept in through a chink.
"Hallo", she said,"I am a shrew from Finland. How come you are three souls here". "Oh, you are from my land", said one of the three. "My name is Frumpy, this is my son Agög and the jumpingaroundsoul there is Unruly. We are problem for some and are sort of banished to live here. I got pregnant and then we got a stomachvirus and it was a mess. That pianoplaying guy is called Agag and he used to be gay, but now he thinks he is guy". She shook her head. "I Don't know about those hormonthings, butt he has some strange, talking parasites in his colon and they can be a rest from his gaydays. I see them sometimes, the parasites I mean, they are called the A's. There is one blue and very very lively one and he can say hallo now and then. Butt there are also a bunch of green gnatgnats and they are very irritating when they come after us too. Are you going to stay here? Look, now has he stopped his playing. I think he is waiting for my soulmate, the Finnish girl and he is making some tea for her. It will be interesting to see if the A's are comimg out today. They are really curious."
"Yes I like to stay, if I may," rhymed the shrew and wrinkled her long nose. "I like to see the blue parasites and I really hope they show up". Indeed they did and...

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there was a little party with blue ghostparasites, 3 souls and the blondeshrew, all night long. They were all really happy and really seemed to make good friends; the rectum channel was the best party place ever, so the 3 souls one shrew and a blue ghost stayed there for some time. The shrew was little so the pianoplaying guy didn't even notice at all. After this they stayed in the salvadorean house for some time, the pianoguy offered them drinks but surprisingly no one drank at all! not even agög.. So he gave them a variety of pears, apples, watermelons and even some cookies to make all of them feel like home. They had lots of chats about the most trivial things and even the ghost in the guy's anus came out just to share some life experiences. Then the shrew had to leave.. "I have to, they are awaiting for me in finland.. they don't have many blondshrews there, just regular red ones. My nose is a valuable thing there and they may miss it if I stay here much longer. I loved the anus! It is completely lovely!"

And so she went flying, at dawn. The friends waved goodbye. Watching a vast paysage of salvadorean shithomes, she used the wings that looked golden because of the sun. Autumn leaves were falling, finally arriving to the river and the square land she had flew off from, the crumbs were still falling like snowflakes. She talked with all the baume that didn't seem that pessimistic at all.

Then the blonde shrew opened her eyes and sighed. She wasn't on the sewers floating anymore. The REM stage was long over and now she was in the real world, she found soms donut store and stole some food to eat for the night. She met with some drinking shrewfriends the next day and there it came this regular niggershrew and talked to her: "THAT NOSE!" he said, in clear awe and astonishment.. "How do you manage to do that? ha! if I could ever had a nose like that.." The shrewgirl wrinkled her nose a bit and said. "I got it from my father and...

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Now we are leaving you and Salvador for this time. Haha.

I am sure you have other black protruding things to brag about", said the blond shrew. "Ja,ja",the blackshrew looked greedy. "Do you want to screw a bit fair shrew?" "No, thank you, I happen to be very much in love with a blue Ghost and I am the faithful sort. Even if our love is doomed. He is stuck in a poets anus and I must fly home now and leave him in his loveless darkness. Love hurts!"
And home to Finland she went. Noone saw the little shrew when she sneaked on board the flight 603 ( just rice with no sauce at all) from Salvador, butt, butt, one of the pilots heard her characteristic pippuppip and he contacted the airport. They commanded an immediate stop for all trafic. Closed the airport and stated that the whole Finland was in quarantine.
"Vojne, vojne",said the president, to the policechief." What a tragedy. First that producer Johnny, with the seven wolfs and then the Russian kremlinarab-bumb and now this...clamydia-colera-streptocock-pest.
"This must be the end and I can hear how the Angel of Death flaps over our heads", said the rather pessimistic polisman.
"Voijne, vojne, said the president. Again! I have heard that Sweden and Norway are closed now too. It is spreading with the wind.
"Jaja,vojne, sniff, sniff, snort, snort...

Butt what happened now? Yes! The door flew open and a thinlipped and potstomached man stormed in with a calculator in each hand. "Eureka, eureka", he screamed in his german-finnish dialect, "hören Sie auf.Ich have der cure. I have calculated a drug that kills all virusbacillus in one mínute, so now we can dance on streets again".
"Jippy, jippy" sang the president and the police-chief started a lively stepdance while he also sang.

"Happy days are here again,

And our calculated Öhubble has our refrain,

A Nobelprize is the least he will gain,

He has not calculated in vain.

And ÖHubble smiled without trubble, with his thin lips and...