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said "I've encountered two salvadorean Mule-ship-shuttles in my way, obstructing everything, the ships even have Mule ears and hair.. and I may be a little late!.. Feel free to spin around while you wait for me, Freckl. Hubble must be behind this - Kisses, Pekka" And the Sms worried her a bit, they probably thought Pekka was a very bad person and that he was trying to hurt her and they would use fists to prevent his arrival. But no, he was actually an innocent boy with good intentions. The moon-girl spinned around for a while but she wasn't very still. She decided she would take a look through her telescope to see if everything was ok. But it wasn't. The three shuttles were in a rock fight and they were throwing rocks at each other. Mars Rocks. "One of the rocks could puncture the ship skins and everything would be disastrous" she thought "I must go over there and stop all this" So she swam out of the moon's gravity field and she arrived with her space suit at the rock war. There she sang a song in front of the flying rocks
Violence is not necessary
Its results will always vary!
We don't need all this
Look at all the stones that miss.
We can have a cup of tea,
all over the extinct mars sea
Let us be like the stars
Still and quiet
Like the tender guitars
On a sound-diet.
The fighting shuttle-crowds were moved to tears and they stopped the rock throwing. "Oh my daughter" said Hubble, stepping out of the Mule-shuttle with a Space-mule suit. "Maybe Pekka is not as bad as I thought. If we have coffee or tea, as you suggested, we can probably solve all our problems and economics, yes" And they all headed to Mars.. but there was a problem. The other Mule shuttle, it had been striked hard by the Mars rocks and it was stuttering. "Blip moo Blip" It said. And it looked like a meltdown. What to do?.. Oh yes, Pekka had an idea..
Violence is not necessary
Its results will always vary!
We don't need all this
Look at all the stones that miss.
We can have a cup of tea,
all over the extinct mars sea
Let us be like the stars
Still and quiet
Like the tender guitars
On a sound-diet.
The fighting shuttle-crowds were moved to tears and they stopped the rock throwing. "Oh my daughter" said Hubble, stepping out of the Mule-shuttle with a Space-mule suit. "Maybe Pekka is not as bad as I thought. If we have coffee or tea, as you suggested, we can probably solve all our problems and economics, yes" And they all headed to Mars.. but there was a problem. The other Mule shuttle, it had been striked hard by the Mars rocks and it was stuttering. "Blip moo Blip" It said. And it looked like a meltdown. What to do?.. Oh yes, Pekka had an idea..
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-"We can use the stuttering and let the shuttle stutter back in time. We use the "Back in time button". And he pushed the button and it knirked and said "Pilb oom Pilb" and started to throw rocks. Again! One stone hit Pekka in his eye and even Öhubble got one, but on his ear. So they screamed in chorus,-"My ear, my eye, my fucking ear, my fucking eye, and soon the skyrocketer sang with them, "The hurt eyeear-song."
Pe: As the days go by,
The stone in my eye,
Hurts like when a fly,
Moves around and will stay,
It is so hard to hold,
My skin feels so cold,
As the fly goes by.
Öhub:As the days come near,
the stone on my ear,
Hurts like when a bear,
Eats it and in pieces it tear,
He moves around and have no fear,
He takes the other too, so I can't hear,
With any of my ear.
Together.
Fucking, fucking ear-eye hurt with rocket-stone.
Fucking, fucking eyes-ear hurt with rocket-stone.
Rooockettt Stooones, rooocket stoooneeenes
"Let us go to Excessa, all together,! said Pekka. "The earth is almost destroyed and we can start a new life there."
They said all yes. All but the poet. He...
Pe: As the days go by,
The stone in my eye,
Hurts like when a fly,
Moves around and will stay,
It is so hard to hold,
My skin feels so cold,
As the fly goes by.
Öhub:As the days come near,
the stone on my ear,
Hurts like when a bear,
Eats it and in pieces it tear,
He moves around and have no fear,
He takes the other too, so I can't hear,
With any of my ear.
Together.
Fucking, fucking ear-eye hurt with rocket-stone.
Fucking, fucking eyes-ear hurt with rocket-stone.
Rooockettt Stooones, rooocket stoooneeenes
"Let us go to Excessa, all together,! said Pekka. "The earth is almost destroyed and we can start a new life there."
They said all yes. All but the poet. He...
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Thanks for the song 
The poet was pissed and kept screaming like a child "No, no and no. NOT excessa! I have had too much with this time-regression and now my mule ship is destroyed, and I loved it so much.. and I dearly love pekkka too! But here's what I need.. I need to download in Iceland and install a Farm.exe next to a gayser until my expiration date is overdue, Yes. The .exe includes of course, roosters, dogs, mules and Icemangos. Meanwhile, you can go to excessa, sure! I will send you SMS's once in a while if you wish! Even pictures of my mangos... Who knows! Maybe I can send you some with a homing pigeon" Hubble was hasty and was already thinking about installing a mighty Nokia palace in excessa, with diamond doors and golden trees all around. Excessa would be wonderfully ever communicated. Meanwhile the poet said goodbye and he swam his way to earth with hi mulesuit. And the Skies opened for him so he wouldn't have to experiment any sort of comet-friction. Then he used his mule wings to plane his way to the closest gayser where he landed peacefully and obnoxiously slowly in a rainbowcloud.
Finally he could make a farm with twigs and branches and he even adopted a local icedog for his raising. The island was a bit lonely at first but then all the animals stormed in and met the poet happily while flinging their tails up and down. He installed some wooden panels in which he cooked seeds and plants in the mighty nature. He lived in a Mule tent he had made with the rests of the mule suits. In excessa, everyone was also happy as hell. Hubble had built a palace from scratch with his bare hands and everything was looking bright and he was thinking on starting a new Jew trio. Nokia was almost finished and they have made a provisional nest in an Oak where they slept everyday. Pekka was finally given all the money he needed and so he was happy, jumping around and sleeping all over bags full of cash.. So was the girl! She had finally settled in Excessa and she made a new different poem everyday for her Hearrt's content. Some days later she got the promised Sms while she and Pekka were cooking a 23 pound turkey with seven sauces:
"19/03/11
Haha! This is going great! I just found a rooster and the gayser is hotter than ever. It's not that hard to deal with the cold now that I have my mangos. I hope everything is going perfect for the freckles!
Ice-Kisses
Shitpoet"
Oh and she was doing great. She had pekka all for herself and for the turkey (No Harvs in sight) and she was just about to publish her new german Poem book called "Pekka and Vergänglichkeit, a TRUE story - In sevenhundredandfortytwo parts" Even Hubble was excited since he will include a copy of his daughter's work with each selling cellphone. And then something equally happy came suddenly...

The poet was pissed and kept screaming like a child "No, no and no. NOT excessa! I have had too much with this time-regression and now my mule ship is destroyed, and I loved it so much.. and I dearly love pekkka too! But here's what I need.. I need to download in Iceland and install a Farm.exe next to a gayser until my expiration date is overdue, Yes. The .exe includes of course, roosters, dogs, mules and Icemangos. Meanwhile, you can go to excessa, sure! I will send you SMS's once in a while if you wish! Even pictures of my mangos... Who knows! Maybe I can send you some with a homing pigeon" Hubble was hasty and was already thinking about installing a mighty Nokia palace in excessa, with diamond doors and golden trees all around. Excessa would be wonderfully ever communicated. Meanwhile the poet said goodbye and he swam his way to earth with hi mulesuit. And the Skies opened for him so he wouldn't have to experiment any sort of comet-friction. Then he used his mule wings to plane his way to the closest gayser where he landed peacefully and obnoxiously slowly in a rainbowcloud.
Finally he could make a farm with twigs and branches and he even adopted a local icedog for his raising. The island was a bit lonely at first but then all the animals stormed in and met the poet happily while flinging their tails up and down. He installed some wooden panels in which he cooked seeds and plants in the mighty nature. He lived in a Mule tent he had made with the rests of the mule suits. In excessa, everyone was also happy as hell. Hubble had built a palace from scratch with his bare hands and everything was looking bright and he was thinking on starting a new Jew trio. Nokia was almost finished and they have made a provisional nest in an Oak where they slept everyday. Pekka was finally given all the money he needed and so he was happy, jumping around and sleeping all over bags full of cash.. So was the girl! She had finally settled in Excessa and she made a new different poem everyday for her Hearrt's content. Some days later she got the promised Sms while she and Pekka were cooking a 23 pound turkey with seven sauces:
"19/03/11
Haha! This is going great! I just found a rooster and the gayser is hotter than ever. It's not that hard to deal with the cold now that I have my mangos. I hope everything is going perfect for the freckles!
Ice-Kisses
Shitpoet"
Oh and she was doing great. She had pekka all for herself and for the turkey (No Harvs in sight) and she was just about to publish her new german Poem book called "Pekka and Vergänglichkeit, a TRUE story - In sevenhundredandfortytwo parts" Even Hubble was excited since he will include a copy of his daughter's work with each selling cellphone. And then something equally happy came suddenly...
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A Bang Kaboom could be heard. It was a spacebubble model small and it landed outside the Freckles Excessahouse. Out came a big polarbear and he looked really scary. He came straight to her door.
He knocked with his two big frontpaws and the house trembled in its foundations.
The girl rushed to a wardrobe and closed the door. But the bear came in and rummaged about. "BRUMBRUM", he said and the girl shivered of fear. Was he hungry?Would he eat her and how come he had a spacebubble?"BRUMBRUMBRUM". Again!
"Help", she thought. "So I will end as a polarbeardinner"!
"BRUUUM! Hallo Freckle! Are you at home"?
"Freckle? What what? The only one that called her Freckle was"...
She rushed out...
-"Poet, poet, it is you! It is really YOU. Oh what a fantastic surprise. But why are you dressed as a polarbear?"
She hugged the big bear over and over again, for it was really the poet.
-"Oh, dear that is a long story and I will tell you in my next post", he said and lifted of his big bearhead. And there he was. A bit thinner. His diet of only Iceland-Mangos had taken its toll. But his laugh was as contagious as always.
-"Oh dear, I am happy to be here. I was so lonely on Iceland and Krakatuaheklafjäll was talking and smoking too much for my taste. I hope you will have me here".
-"Yes, yes, I have missed you SO much! And father will be happy. You can help us with the test of his new pill. It is about going back in time and be whoever you want. We can have great and fun adventures. Again! As before. Will you?"
-"Yes that sounds, oh you know what it sounds like. I love it. I don't like to be dressed as a polarbear any longer. Do you have some clothes I can use? Could I have a bath too ? This fur smells like rainbowshit.Then we could..."
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A bruming bear?
More like a voffing dog!
We could... um, yes, we can! That is all I know and probably all I need to know! And and this bear suit's story is a bit complicated. After some time, next to all those gaysers, I noticed there was a strange sound every night on the far away horizon! And then I realized: There were WOLVES in the bad bad volcano and I had to take extreme measures not to be their dinner, since they YLLS were getting closer day by day.. I decided to take some measures and I built this suit with snow-cloths.. but as you see, I got different results than expected, I do not know how to sew!! I was aiming for a loving dog suit, a white one, so that way they would have a lot of moral issues when trying to bite me and then chew. Butt, something else came out, and suddenly I was this big and white polar bear with strong paws and it sort of worked.. it scared them away when they just saw me and my strong paws! Haha! What an outcome. But this also brought a lot of other things. Now the homing pigeons thought two times when taking my messages and all the other animals also saw me the way you see a misbuilt waterbottle castle. It was as if the mangos weren't ripe enough. And I had nothing left on the island, I tried to take the suit off but that wouldn't change nothing at all. So I decided to swim away from the lung-cancer volcano as fast as I could.. Where to? I thought. Excessa! said the winds. So I'm here and I don't know what to do now! Would you happen to have a how-to book or a instruction guide?" And then the girl answered "Haha, of course not! That would be too easy. I have coffee if that's what you meant with all that." And the poet laughed "Haha! Exactly what I meant!.. You do have a a thing when unravelling texts. I will prepare it right now! What after that? Haha, your father is not at home so you tell me!.." And the girl had the perfect idea. She...

We could... um, yes, we can! That is all I know and probably all I need to know! And and this bear suit's story is a bit complicated. After some time, next to all those gaysers, I noticed there was a strange sound every night on the far away horizon! And then I realized: There were WOLVES in the bad bad volcano and I had to take extreme measures not to be their dinner, since they YLLS were getting closer day by day.. I decided to take some measures and I built this suit with snow-cloths.. but as you see, I got different results than expected, I do not know how to sew!! I was aiming for a loving dog suit, a white one, so that way they would have a lot of moral issues when trying to bite me and then chew. Butt, something else came out, and suddenly I was this big and white polar bear with strong paws and it sort of worked.. it scared them away when they just saw me and my strong paws! Haha! What an outcome. But this also brought a lot of other things. Now the homing pigeons thought two times when taking my messages and all the other animals also saw me the way you see a misbuilt waterbottle castle. It was as if the mangos weren't ripe enough. And I had nothing left on the island, I tried to take the suit off but that wouldn't change nothing at all. So I decided to swim away from the lung-cancer volcano as fast as I could.. Where to? I thought. Excessa! said the winds. So I'm here and I don't know what to do now! Would you happen to have a how-to book or a instruction guide?" And then the girl answered "Haha, of course not! That would be too easy. I have coffee if that's what you meant with all that." And the poet laughed "Haha! Exactly what I meant!.. You do have a a thing when unravelling texts. I will prepare it right now! What after that? Haha, your father is not at home so you tell me!.." And the girl had the perfect idea. She...
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Interesting! I could have sworn it was a real polarfur!
blushed as she always do when the poet askes her something, that can be interpreted in more than one way.-"Hrm", she said,-"could we go out and scare the shit out of the aliens? They have never seen a polarbear and they will think that you are a dangerous alien-alien from some neighbourplanet, like our green-marsians".
-"Ja, that would be fun",said the poet hesitantly, and put on his big head. After that I hope I can get that shower and dress in something more comfortable. Your coloured socks is all I need. Haha".
So they wandered out in the city of Impolo on Excessa and all the inhabitants ran like rats into their holes. They had never seen anything so scary as the yellowwhite big brumming thing.
And brum they both did. They expelled one frightening large increase of brumsounds that iced the green alienblood and the town grew silent where the two came by. The aliens almost stopped breathing.
In the end of the now silent headstreet stood two men. It was Öhubble and Fucking and they wondered, why it suddenly was so strangely quiet among the usually babbeling Impolo-crowd. Then they saw the big bear and the girl and thought she was in danger. Fucking took up his laser-gun and roared, "Stop there, I will shoot you, you stupid bear!
And "the stupid bear" realized what would happen and took off his head. The girl stepped in, in front of him, so Pekka would kill her, if he used his weapon.
-"What, what", said Öhubble, "it is the poet, dressed as a bear. What is the meaning of this spectacle?"
Pekka wa frustrated,-"The poet! Again! You mean trouble for me! Didn't you agree to stay on Iceland?"
-"Yes", laughed the poet, "But I changed my mind, as you can see and you can go fuck yourself in hell if you want to."
-"Grrr", Pekka was angry!" That poet makes me madmad one day and I think I will give him a good spanking.
-"Nono," said Öhubble,"He is my favourite, among my daughters friends and I will...

blushed as she always do when the poet askes her something, that can be interpreted in more than one way.-"Hrm", she said,-"could we go out and scare the shit out of the aliens? They have never seen a polarbear and they will think that you are a dangerous alien-alien from some neighbourplanet, like our green-marsians".
-"Ja, that would be fun",said the poet hesitantly, and put on his big head. After that I hope I can get that shower and dress in something more comfortable. Your coloured socks is all I need. Haha".
So they wandered out in the city of Impolo on Excessa and all the inhabitants ran like rats into their holes. They had never seen anything so scary as the yellowwhite big brumming thing.
And brum they both did. They expelled one frightening large increase of brumsounds that iced the green alienblood and the town grew silent where the two came by. The aliens almost stopped breathing.
In the end of the now silent headstreet stood two men. It was Öhubble and Fucking and they wondered, why it suddenly was so strangely quiet among the usually babbeling Impolo-crowd. Then they saw the big bear and the girl and thought she was in danger. Fucking took up his laser-gun and roared, "Stop there, I will shoot you, you stupid bear!
And "the stupid bear" realized what would happen and took off his head. The girl stepped in, in front of him, so Pekka would kill her, if he used his weapon.
-"What, what", said Öhubble, "it is the poet, dressed as a bear. What is the meaning of this spectacle?"
Pekka wa frustrated,-"The poet! Again! You mean trouble for me! Didn't you agree to stay on Iceland?"
-"Yes", laughed the poet, "But I changed my mind, as you can see and you can go fuck yourself in hell if you want to."
-"Grrr", Pekka was angry!" That poet makes me madmad one day and I think I will give him a good spanking.
-"Nono," said Öhubble,"He is my favourite, among my daughters friends and I will...
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give him free guitarra lessons and then we can make a trio. Oh, never stop those trios!" Hubble was a bit tipsy from the Nokia grand-opening party the day before so he was laughing like a child at the whole bear thing. "Now now!" said Pekka "No time for trios. I am mad and I won't hesitate to shoot lasers from my eyes if I have to. Excessa doesn't need salvadorean bears, they would just take all the space from my dear aliens. We don't need that, honestly. The harvs would also be mad.. and I am afraid of their opinion. Do you want some laser war?" But the poet laughed in his bear suit "Haha! Of course not" he said "I want to be friends. Good friends! What else? We kissed accidentaly, remember?.. it was like a breeze..." And pekka did, but he was too shy to admit it all. "Don't play tricks on me!" He shouted, his face red and blushed like a Finnish tomato "I know you want me to surrender and this is not going to work.. No and no!" And the poet laughed again "Oh no! haha! I do not want that. You can shoot all the lasers you want, but you cannot undo the past! Search your heart, dear Pekka, search your heart..." And lured by the poet's charm, Pekka fell prey of the memories buried deep in his love lobes. The poet approached Pekka and it happened. They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes until Hubble started clapping his hands with tears on his eyes. "Ahhh...This deserves a trio-ballad! So beautiful..."
Meanwhile the girl sat on the corner, more plaited than ever, and she said "What the fuck is this? This time it is not accidental or life saving! This was unnecesary... What has Iceland done to you, oh, dear poet.." And then the poet realized what he had done. He felt oceans of regret and thought about how to deal with everything. Indeed, Whom did he loved? This, no one knew... But now, everyone was crying on Excessa in a circle, holding hands and singing sobbing-songs and sniff-interludes. All the feelings were overwhelming and nothing would be the same ever again. "Oh Hubble!" Asked the poet while hugging him with blushed cheeks and a red nose "You must know something, I want everything to return to normal" And Hubble hugged him too "Oh, young man. I have what you need but it is way too dangerous. Only if you love my daughter with true love, you should try this. It is a time-button... The equations behind this are mind-boggling and it has costed me 6 years. It is still experimental and not tested enough... But I understand your despair and I will leave the choice to you! Search your heart, dear poet, search your heart.." The shitpoet took the button in his hands. He rummaged the old beating-muscle in a swish. He found all that he needed. He pressed and boom-boom.. Brum and Brum... Was he hungry? Would he eat her and how come he had a spacebubble? "BRUMBRUMBRUM". Again! "Help", she thought. "So I will end as a polarbeardinner"! "BRUUUM! Hallo Freckle! Are you at home"?
"Freckle? What what? The only one that called her Freckle was"...
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The poet!" And she hugged him again and again. "Oh, I am so happy! You are here! The poet in my dreams! My Lord Byron, I love you so!"
But but, the poet didn't respond. He didn't kiss her and he didn't even hug her with his polarbearfrontpaws. He just stood there and the girl felt his coldness.
-"What is it?" she asked,"you don't kiss me as you use to do. Why?"
-"Sorry, Freckle, it is not your fault. I shouldn't have come, it wa a mistake. I wish I could love you, but I must step out of my closet now. I have been there too long, but I think you have understood that I am a gay guy. A flaming gaygay guy!"
-"Oh dear, oh dear! I have sometimes suspected it, but my heart wanted to be decieved and I hoped that you at least would be bi, be bi, be bi..." She stuttered in her despair.
-"No no, it is not, no,
not even so bro,
and it was wrong of me to,
give you false hopalo.
It is Pekka or Ro or Bo,
I don't really know who,
that got my hormons to
splatter to and fro,
and then to splash over too.
-"Oh dear, I have felt that you were evading me, but I thought you were only shy. But okey we can be friends, but since my hormones don't swing with yours, it would be best if we go separate laynes from now on. The problem for you is that Pekka loves me and he claims that he isn't gay at all. My father will be devastated. He had hopes for us. He loves you as his own son and he talkes perpetually about his damn trio.
So this seems to be the end for us but you should maybe talk to Pekka before you leave. He is at the headstreet with my father. They had some important things, to talk about, he said.
I stay here,
and bid you farewell my dear!
Coo Coo, Farewell,
Goodbye,
No Wiedersehen, ay, ay, ay,
Good bye, good bye, ay, ay
Good bye, good bye, ay, ay,
Farwell, Farwell. Farweeelll...
But! Boom! Kaboom! The door flew open and in came Pekka Fucking. Himself...
-"Frecklegirl my darling, I am home and I have great news. Your father has at last agreed to our wedding next month...
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and I couldn't be more excited. Finally, we will live together and have beautiful children. Maybe they will be freckled and tall. Ö, dear Ö. Isn't this a dream that comes true?" And she agreed and hugged this new love-carrier. And his shoulders almost popped off from the meta-weight. Then Hubble said "Ahh, this is beautiful again. Bah! Why next month? It's a waste. Let's get you boys married in this precise moment! haha! and then we have another partia at Nokia OF COURSE.. To the church, children! Godspeed.." And they made a wedding race to the Jesus-chapel. She won and when they arrived, there were already one-hundred people in the audience. They walked hand in hand and the organist played Bach fugues in their honor and Hubble was on drums. Jesus himself awaited them in the front, with open hands and a golden beard, he only did important weddings and this was one of them. The ceremony was beautiful and on the final seat, sat a rainbowpoet that didn't stay to hear the I-do epilogue songs, she looked so happy. Oh no, Instead, he went to a local Kosken market where he sat and consumed the horrible tasting beverage for some time. He also ordered 7oz alcohol coffee that was a lot better tasting. He unravelled his future from the root-thread to the top. He liked the word "Unravel" a lot. Out of thin air, came two black men that sat besides him. "Hello Dear stranger!" Said one of them "We've heard a lot about you, yes.. the legend says.. your rainbow charm is one in a million flower and that you talk about table-tall-fucks all the time on a Word thread or something. We are very interested about you! We make these movies and and..." Oh but as luring as it sounded, there was a mist around the poet and he wanted to get out. He tried to say goodbye and maybe walk around a park. But they wouldn't give up so easily "I don't think you understand our right to delight. Do you think we are real? Haha! of course not.. we are only as real as your kosken alc-level. But we're still rainbows and there's a lot of tables in this bar. Go figure!." And they tried their best to subdue the poet to his feet, with the worst of intentions one could have for a poor table.. He was agile enough and slipped from the clutching black-fingers and through the mist he ran and ran to the park and sang a song:
The mist that comes and goes
It hides us like a blanket from the foes (Bum bum)
The light will not circumvent the fog
For it comes from the mighty hot Mug.
I will sleep on the park, yes
On the wind that kisses
Unless the guard comes, unless...
they call and someone listens!
Oh, no one will dare!
To unravel this thread from down to up
Oh, water to the flames!
I'm the only one that starts from the top.
But someone interrupted him abruptly. His vision was way too exhausted and couldn't catch a thing. The voice was strong and through the ear-fog, it sounded like rain. "Do you think this is a fucking game?" it said...
The mist that comes and goes
It hides us like a blanket from the foes (Bum bum)
The light will not circumvent the fog
For it comes from the mighty hot Mug.
I will sleep on the park, yes
On the wind that kisses
Unless the guard comes, unless...
they call and someone listens!
Oh, no one will dare!
To unravel this thread from down to up
Oh, water to the flames!
I'm the only one that starts from the top.
But someone interrupted him abruptly. His vision was way too exhausted and couldn't catch a thing. The voice was strong and through the ear-fog, it sounded like rain. "Do you think this is a fucking game?" it said...
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It was mr Öhubble,
Vojne, vojne! I will in confidence tell you that I not at all like the development here on this thread. My daughter is hastily married to an alien, allergic to sushi and lives now on that shit-planet Excessa. I am grateful over this threads secret place in this forum and that noone reads it. I must admit that I am a bit ashamed over her choice-if it really was her choice or if he hypnotized her. He is a man with many strings on his guitarra, that is for sure.
You write good poems my son and I hope to see you in Stockholm, when you get the Nobelprize for your poetry. You are welcome to Nokia and Helsinki if you happen to have your ways close to us.
Think of me sometimes. I am worried over my daughter, I can tell you that, but this is maybe a fathers lot...

You write good poems my son and I hope to see you in Stockholm, when you get the Nobelprize for your poetry. You are welcome to Nokia and Helsinki if you happen to have your ways close to us.
Think of me sometimes. I am worried over my daughter, I can tell you that, but this is maybe a fathers lot...
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Indeed, indeed... this is really sad on the overalls.
"What do you think?" Answered the poet "I reckon this is not a good game whatsoever! Oh no, I think everything is playing bad jokes on me and I still laugh but, boy, those are bad.. And what can I do? I should return to my hometown and see how the bushes grow around my house!" The voice seemed almost happy to hear the poet but it still was hidden behind all that fog. "Haha! You speak like a crazy person. With that type of voice you can go anywhere you like, like an arrow on the wind. Or a kid pissing on the wind. Let me help you stand up!" And he did, and it was noon and people were pissing on the streets "Haha! Now what do we do? There's still a lot of time before the next flight! I see you still have shits on your eyes, they will go away with time. You drank too much coffee. Don't worry about your friend, he's in the hospital and in very good hands!" The poet was confused and rubbed his eyes again and again "Okay! Let's play this game. Your game, since there's nothing better to do in this park.
Now! "I will describe your surroundings with great detail, just for you to get a grasp on what's going on! And a lot is, believe me haha! We're now going to enter a big airplane and there's a man that repairs birds with broken wings, I want you to meet him. He might have something to tell you, haha! or not.." The salvadorean asked "And where is this plane heading? If I may ask..." The voice laughed once more, it was frisk and fresh "Haha! to your hometown or maybe not.. just sit and let your eyes wash everything away, there's going to be a poetry reading soon!" And the plane engine started roaring like a dog. It took off and now they were heading somewhere, thousands dots of city-light! and then...

"What do you think?" Answered the poet "I reckon this is not a good game whatsoever! Oh no, I think everything is playing bad jokes on me and I still laugh but, boy, those are bad.. And what can I do? I should return to my hometown and see how the bushes grow around my house!" The voice seemed almost happy to hear the poet but it still was hidden behind all that fog. "Haha! You speak like a crazy person. With that type of voice you can go anywhere you like, like an arrow on the wind. Or a kid pissing on the wind. Let me help you stand up!" And he did, and it was noon and people were pissing on the streets "Haha! Now what do we do? There's still a lot of time before the next flight! I see you still have shits on your eyes, they will go away with time. You drank too much coffee. Don't worry about your friend, he's in the hospital and in very good hands!" The poet was confused and rubbed his eyes again and again "Okay! Let's play this game. Your game, since there's nothing better to do in this park.
Now! "I will describe your surroundings with great detail, just for you to get a grasp on what's going on! And a lot is, believe me haha! We're now going to enter a big airplane and there's a man that repairs birds with broken wings, I want you to meet him. He might have something to tell you, haha! or not.." The salvadorean asked "And where is this plane heading? If I may ask..." The voice laughed once more, it was frisk and fresh "Haha! to your hometown or maybe not.. just sit and let your eyes wash everything away, there's going to be a poetry reading soon!" And the plane engine started roaring like a dog. It took off and now they were heading somewhere, thousands dots of city-light! and then...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

complete darkness. They flew over the morose and stormy sea and the strong voice belonged to a God. No, not Priapus, nonono. This was the great Pissassius, a real Salvadorian God.The poet knew him well and fell on his kneeprotectors.
But Pissassius said very kindly,-"You are blessed among pissers, poet, you are blessed by me. May you piss without prostata-problem or gonorreheapains in your urethea-bladder-tube and may you escape exaggerated Viagraconsumption in old age. Now I will take you home and let us sing...
Home, home, we will run, run, run,
And catch up the Salvadorian sun, sun, sun,
Before she sinks and ends the day,
Ticking away the moments in a scary way,
The day has gone, the night will stay.
Oh give us a home, a simple home,
With singing birds and cows that roam,
Where you never see an alien walk,
Or strutt around and even talk,
About Fucking Pekka that often stalk.
Home home,
To Salvador room,
Where in the night,
The sun shines so bright,
And glitters with Mars,
And all the other stars,
Where you can stand,
In the blistering sand,
In the Salvador land,
Where diamonds may gleam,
Like starlight in your dream.
And Boom Kaboom. The poet landed on his own bed in his own room, with windows to the night. The poet was home. Again.
And the strangest of it all, after all his innumerable adventures ,he was only ONE day older.
-"How come", he thought, "I must have smoked some really heavy shit. But, but, Pekka, Öhubble with all his pills and the nice Freckle, were they not real? Smokedreams? He looked at the dark sky and could see Freckle there. The stars were her freckles and she smiled mockingly to him. Then she hide behind a big cloud and it started to rain. The drops sounded like small tripping feet on his windowglass. Or kisses. He was home. But...
Re: Neverending Story [Game]
was he really? This house piece of shit he must call home from now on? This windows and all this flu-infested skies and its dirty urethras that piss in the form of rain in the ceilings? Ha!.. "A house is not a home! said Evans" he thought "I felt more homeness in that heavy-shit land" And he got up from his piss-soaking bed, because he had pissed all over the bed in his sleep "Even though Pekka is that weasel that laughs at you from the trees and pisses at you with all his will; even though Hubble is a trio-addicted jolly fellow with Kosken-problems; and even though the freckl is that little puppy that shits irrepressibly on the couch when you're not looking.. I've grown to love all and everything of those and I must ask my friend what the hell did I smoke last night! Psilocibin perhaps?.. No, that would be too easy" He went to his desk and he did some heavy calculations right away and he calculated through objective time calculation that he had spent around 2 months of dreaming-time in this weird and alcoholic land. Lord of lords! and, that, of course, corresponded to 26 oz. of Boletus plus 8 oz. of whiteLily-angel-powder in a silver pot or what's the same, maybe about 2.5 pounds of pure phenilcyclohexy. He also calculated that he could even substitute all this for half a kilo of MDMA with extra entactogen-essence together with a large-sized Mango.
But where? Oh, Where could he obtain this large quantities in such a rush? Not even his substance-friend could get two pure pounds at once, he said. He would have to kill and that was a bit hard, so he decided to gather all the ingredients bit by bit. So he walked to his morning bus dissapointed but determined to find all the plants he needed for the reverse-aeroplane that one day must curve gracefully around the horizon. But something was about to happen, he thought. This cannot stay like this, so calm, all of a sudden. And and! Of course, tranquillity didn't last long. In a lecture-induced lulling reverie, he heard voices. Potent voices. And and! who it was! OF course, it was freckl and it said something important in a ghost voice, in his right ear "The industrial glue, dear poet, try the industrial glue... Cyanoacrylate, yes, poet.. everything lies in there.." And, boy! what was that on the corner but a shinning large tube of cyano-epoxy ready to be opened. Perfectly placed so no one but the poet could see it. A gift from the gods, indeed, and the poet thought of kneeling and making thank-prayers but there was no time for that at all. An impacient glue-tube waited to be either ingested or snorted all at once. And it didn't have to wait that much. And, gorgeousness! what happened later can be described in the following words:...
But where? Oh, Where could he obtain this large quantities in such a rush? Not even his substance-friend could get two pure pounds at once, he said. He would have to kill and that was a bit hard, so he decided to gather all the ingredients bit by bit. So he walked to his morning bus dissapointed but determined to find all the plants he needed for the reverse-aeroplane that one day must curve gracefully around the horizon. But something was about to happen, he thought. This cannot stay like this, so calm, all of a sudden. And and! Of course, tranquillity didn't last long. In a lecture-induced lulling reverie, he heard voices. Potent voices. And and! who it was! OF course, it was freckl and it said something important in a ghost voice, in his right ear "The industrial glue, dear poet, try the industrial glue... Cyanoacrylate, yes, poet.. everything lies in there.." And, boy! what was that on the corner but a shinning large tube of cyano-epoxy ready to be opened. Perfectly placed so no one but the poet could see it. A gift from the gods, indeed, and the poet thought of kneeling and making thank-prayers but there was no time for that at all. An impacient glue-tube waited to be either ingested or snorted all at once. And it didn't have to wait that much. And, gorgeousness! what happened later can be described in the following words:...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]
Aber doch! This seems to be something for me!!
Gorgeousness how he felt good! His head was up in the ceiling and his feet down in the cellar. He himself was somewhere in between jumping to a single flute that played the genious KARLHEINZ STOCKHAUSENs fantastic KREUZSPIEL and later also KONTACTE FOR PIANO,DRUMBRUM AND TAPE-MACHINE. Jaja!
He really loved the beautiful music."This is what I will call innovative sounds of music," he said to his head up in the ceiling."I will never listen to anything else than this enormously talented composer", And he started to dance to KARLHEINZ STOCKHAUSEN HELICOPTER-QUARTETTE! "It feels like I was up there in the sky with the singing birds!" he said jubilant. I can hear how the sopranosaxophone trills just like a seagull. Tviddelidotviddelilej and then comes the heavy drum, bombombom. It is so incredible beautiful hear hear. Thank you mr STOCKHAUSEN for giving us this masterpiece".
Suddenly the poet fell on the floor and now his feet were up in the ceiling and his head in the cellar. And that changed his uptake totally. Now he wanted to listen to untalented American shit. Seans and Carrott. Two pompous klinkers that ought to study German composers.
Jaja but soon this junges head will be up again in the ceiling and STOCKHAUSEN can be heard for full volume in Salvador.Again!
Aber aber...
Gorgeousness how he felt good! His head was up in the ceiling and his feet down in the cellar. He himself was somewhere in between jumping to a single flute that played the genious KARLHEINZ STOCKHAUSENs fantastic KREUZSPIEL and later also KONTACTE FOR PIANO,DRUMBRUM AND TAPE-MACHINE. Jaja!
He really loved the beautiful music."This is what I will call innovative sounds of music," he said to his head up in the ceiling."I will never listen to anything else than this enormously talented composer", And he started to dance to KARLHEINZ STOCKHAUSEN HELICOPTER-QUARTETTE! "It feels like I was up there in the sky with the singing birds!" he said jubilant. I can hear how the sopranosaxophone trills just like a seagull. Tviddelidotviddelilej and then comes the heavy drum, bombombom. It is so incredible beautiful hear hear. Thank you mr STOCKHAUSEN for giving us this masterpiece".
Suddenly the poet fell on the floor and now his feet were up in the ceiling and his head in the cellar. And that changed his uptake totally. Now he wanted to listen to untalented American shit. Seans and Carrott. Two pompous klinkers that ought to study German composers.
Jaja but soon this junges head will be up again in the ceiling and STOCKHAUSEN can be heard for full volume in Salvador.Again!
Aber aber...
Re: Neverending Story [Game]
เห็นมีคนบอกว่า ร้านที่สกปรกๆ บางทีก้ออร่อยสุดๆ
เลยทำให้นึกถึง ร้านบะหมี่ร้านนี้ขึ้นมา
สมัยก่อน ยุคเฟื่องฟู ร้านนี้เปิดบริการ 2 ชั้นเลยนะ ข้างบนเป็นห้องแอร์ด้วย (เมื่อเกือบ 20-30 ปีก่อน)
อาหารของทางร้านที่ขึ้นชื่อ มี บะหมี่เกี๊ยวปลา เส้นเหนียวนุ่ม และ ข้าวหน้าไก่ ไข่ดาว หอมกรุ่น และ หอยทอด ที่เตาอยู่หน้าร้าน ทำโดยอาแปะแก่ๆคนนึง
อ้อ ที่เด็ดอีกอย่างคือ ขนมจีบ อร่อยมากๆ
แต่อุปกรณ์ในร้าน สกปรก สุดๆ ชามช้อน พลาสติก เก่าจนดำ แต่เราก้อมักจะแวะเวียนไปกินประจำ
ห้องน้ำของร้าน ไม่จำเป็นอั้นไว้ดีกว่า เพราะสกปรกสุดๆ 555
แต่ตอนนี้ ล่าสุดผ่านไปแถวนั้น ร้านปิดไปแล้ว เสียดายจัง เอ หรือว่า ยังขายอยู่
เพราะล่าสุด 2-3 ปีก่อนไป จากร้านสองห้อง อาเจ๊ ทายาทรุ่นล่าสุด แกแบ่งหน้าร้านให้คนมาขายของ กิฟช๊อพ ไปครึ่งนึง เตาขายหอยทอด หายไป ไม่มีแล้ว
เหลือแต่ขาย บะหมี่ กับข้าวหน้าไก่
ไม่ได้ไปย่านนั้นนานแล้ว คาดว่า ปัจจุบันคงหายไปแล้ว
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ผัดไท ลุงกับ ป้า ตอนกลางคืน หน้าร้านขายผ้า คิคูย่า ใกล้ๆ ท่าน้ำราชวงศ์ อีกร้านนึงที่ แวะเวียนไปประจำ ของเขามีทีเด็ด ตรงที่ ห่อกลับบ้าน จะใส่กระทงใบตองก่อน แล้วห่อกระดาษอีกที ทำให้ดูแปลกกว่าที่อื่น
ผัดไทเจ้านี้ เส้นเล็ก ผัดซะแห้ง ผสมกับมันปู ผัดทีละ 10 ห่อ ได้มั้ง กะทะเบ้อเร่อ ห่อละ 30 บาท กินที 3 คำหมด
แต่รสชาติอร่อยมากกกกกกกก
ผ่านไปซื้อทีไร 10 ห่อลุง นานไหม ลุงว่า คิวที่ 20
โอ้ แม่เจ้า ตอบกลับ ลุง ได้ ลุง เอา 10 ห่อ อีกชั่วโมงกลับมาเอา เดี๋ยวไปหาของกินที่เยาวราช แล้วกลับมา
กลับมาอีก 1 ชม. ก้อได้ผัดไท 10 ห่อพอดี
บางคนอาจไม่ชอบผัดไท ร้านนี้ เพราะผัดแห้งเกินไป แต่เรา ชอบมากกก ชอบกลิ่นไหม้ๆของเส้นนิดๆ
ไม่ได้ไปกินนานมากแล้ว คิดถึง ลุงกับป้า ยังผัดอยู่เปล่าหว่า ล่าสุด ป้าวางมือแล้ว ให้ลุงผัดแทน
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อ้อ ใกล้ๆกัน มีร้านขาย น้ำส้มเช้งคั้นสดๆ อย่าได้พลาดไปสั่งกินละ ขายแก้ว 50 บาท ได้มั้ง เคยหลงกลเจ๊ไปหน
เดินมาถามว่า เอาน้ำอะไร น้ำส้มเช้งแก้วนึง หึหึ 50 บาท
(จริงๆมันก้อไม่แพงหรอก เพราะส้มเช้ง 1 ลูก คั้นน้ำออกมาได้น้อยมากๆ) แต่ไม่กินจะดีกว่า น้ำส้มเขียวหวาน อร่อยกว่าเยอะ
เลยทำให้นึกถึง ร้านบะหมี่ร้านนี้ขึ้นมา
สมัยก่อน ยุคเฟื่องฟู ร้านนี้เปิดบริการ 2 ชั้นเลยนะ ข้างบนเป็นห้องแอร์ด้วย (เมื่อเกือบ 20-30 ปีก่อน)
อาหารของทางร้านที่ขึ้นชื่อ มี บะหมี่เกี๊ยวปลา เส้นเหนียวนุ่ม และ ข้าวหน้าไก่ ไข่ดาว หอมกรุ่น และ หอยทอด ที่เตาอยู่หน้าร้าน ทำโดยอาแปะแก่ๆคนนึง
อ้อ ที่เด็ดอีกอย่างคือ ขนมจีบ อร่อยมากๆ
แต่อุปกรณ์ในร้าน สกปรก สุดๆ ชามช้อน พลาสติก เก่าจนดำ แต่เราก้อมักจะแวะเวียนไปกินประจำ
ห้องน้ำของร้าน ไม่จำเป็นอั้นไว้ดีกว่า เพราะสกปรกสุดๆ 555
แต่ตอนนี้ ล่าสุดผ่านไปแถวนั้น ร้านปิดไปแล้ว เสียดายจัง เอ หรือว่า ยังขายอยู่
เพราะล่าสุด 2-3 ปีก่อนไป จากร้านสองห้อง อาเจ๊ ทายาทรุ่นล่าสุด แกแบ่งหน้าร้านให้คนมาขายของ กิฟช๊อพ ไปครึ่งนึง เตาขายหอยทอด หายไป ไม่มีแล้ว
เหลือแต่ขาย บะหมี่ กับข้าวหน้าไก่
ไม่ได้ไปย่านนั้นนานแล้ว คาดว่า ปัจจุบันคงหายไปแล้ว
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ผัดไท ลุงกับ ป้า ตอนกลางคืน หน้าร้านขายผ้า คิคูย่า ใกล้ๆ ท่าน้ำราชวงศ์ อีกร้านนึงที่ แวะเวียนไปประจำ ของเขามีทีเด็ด ตรงที่ ห่อกลับบ้าน จะใส่กระทงใบตองก่อน แล้วห่อกระดาษอีกที ทำให้ดูแปลกกว่าที่อื่น
ผัดไทเจ้านี้ เส้นเล็ก ผัดซะแห้ง ผสมกับมันปู ผัดทีละ 10 ห่อ ได้มั้ง กะทะเบ้อเร่อ ห่อละ 30 บาท กินที 3 คำหมด
แต่รสชาติอร่อยมากกกกกกกก
ผ่านไปซื้อทีไร 10 ห่อลุง นานไหม ลุงว่า คิวที่ 20
โอ้ แม่เจ้า ตอบกลับ ลุง ได้ ลุง เอา 10 ห่อ อีกชั่วโมงกลับมาเอา เดี๋ยวไปหาของกินที่เยาวราช แล้วกลับมา
กลับมาอีก 1 ชม. ก้อได้ผัดไท 10 ห่อพอดี
บางคนอาจไม่ชอบผัดไท ร้านนี้ เพราะผัดแห้งเกินไป แต่เรา ชอบมากกก ชอบกลิ่นไหม้ๆของเส้นนิดๆ
ไม่ได้ไปกินนานมากแล้ว คิดถึง ลุงกับป้า ยังผัดอยู่เปล่าหว่า ล่าสุด ป้าวางมือแล้ว ให้ลุงผัดแทน
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อ้อ ใกล้ๆกัน มีร้านขาย น้ำส้มเช้งคั้นสดๆ อย่าได้พลาดไปสั่งกินละ ขายแก้ว 50 บาท ได้มั้ง เคยหลงกลเจ๊ไปหน
เดินมาถามว่า เอาน้ำอะไร น้ำส้มเช้งแก้วนึง หึหึ 50 บาท
(จริงๆมันก้อไม่แพงหรอก เพราะส้มเช้ง 1 ลูก คั้นน้ำออกมาได้น้อยมากๆ) แต่ไม่กินจะดีกว่า น้ำส้มเขียวหวาน อร่อยกว่าเยอะ
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]
Uccu Uccu.
I couldn't have said it more accurate myself. Thank you! What is the world coming to? But what happened to the new son. Did he walk over the hills? Or?
Jaja, the new son walked away in the sunshine just before the rain fell over his hair, his beautiful hair. Rain, rain the whole day. What is and so on...
Butt the poet laughed. At last he had got his pipe full of centralstimulus and he could smoke and smoke. What is his world coming to is the question.
I so hope that you, our new Neverendingstorycontributor will stay with us and contribute even more. Since noone reads this except a little group of truthbelievers you can very well write in this for us relatively new language, so I will with this tale give you a warm welcome. Salute! Uccu uccu..
But boomKaboom it was...

Jaja, the new son walked away in the sunshine just before the rain fell over his hair, his beautiful hair. Rain, rain the whole day. What is and so on...
Butt the poet laughed. At last he had got his pipe full of centralstimulus and he could smoke and smoke. What is his world coming to is the question.
I so hope that you, our new Neverendingstorycontributor will stay with us and contribute even more. Since noone reads this except a little group of truthbelievers you can very well write in this for us relatively new language, so I will with this tale give you a warm welcome. Salute! Uccu uccu..
But boomKaboom it was...
Re: Neverending Story [Game]
What what?
I think I've been miscarried, again!
It was... A big pipe-shaped ship, yes. With waterbottles as fog lights. And this new son, of which no one knew a thing, waved the poet goodbye from the shiny green horizon, because the sun was green and it titillated the poet's senses with a gentle green breeze. Now! it was time, where to go?! the poet noticed he was flying the ship and there was no one with him at all, so he was the pilot and the stewardess of this enormous ship at the same time. And that sun still shinning, didn't help at all, because it numbed the eyes forcedly. From the poet's eyes came tears, because he was frightened. He imagined all the newspapers and the deaths of thousands because he wouldn't be able to tame this pipe-beast. Did he care now about more than 27 deaths in one post? yes! Because he was overfloating over Finland, as his Sony Radar told him with a manly voice later, and he could crash his pipe over Hubble, Jesus or what's worst, the Freckl. Ro should have deported home with Bo by now. What to do? What to do? The ship was beginning to wander over the air as a ragdoll and the ground was approaching at an horrendous speed. Will this be the end?... No, it couldn't be. Another reverie came by. A near-death reverie. And who it was again? Freckl of course! And in the same luring beautiful voice she said "The fire extinguisher... dear poet... use the fire extinguisher... It all lies there, yes. The extingui and the fire.." The poet gathered all his strenght at the sight of this new entity and grabbed the extinguisher with his fragile poet-hands. I doubt but I must do this, he thought. And with a butt-full of courage, he snorted the whole content of the 15 pounds pressure vessel in less than three inhalations.. And gorgeousness once more! Now he had acquired new knowledge and now he knew how to fly this pipe plane professionaly. He made a couple of stunts for the crowd that had gathered around a local river he landed grecefully on an ice block that floated in the middle of the water. Not hurting anyone in his way. Everyone cheered and clapped when the poet got out of the cock-pit. He was happy and he smiled.. He had arrived. And and...

It was... A big pipe-shaped ship, yes. With waterbottles as fog lights. And this new son, of which no one knew a thing, waved the poet goodbye from the shiny green horizon, because the sun was green and it titillated the poet's senses with a gentle green breeze. Now! it was time, where to go?! the poet noticed he was flying the ship and there was no one with him at all, so he was the pilot and the stewardess of this enormous ship at the same time. And that sun still shinning, didn't help at all, because it numbed the eyes forcedly. From the poet's eyes came tears, because he was frightened. He imagined all the newspapers and the deaths of thousands because he wouldn't be able to tame this pipe-beast. Did he care now about more than 27 deaths in one post? yes! Because he was overfloating over Finland, as his Sony Radar told him with a manly voice later, and he could crash his pipe over Hubble, Jesus or what's worst, the Freckl. Ro should have deported home with Bo by now. What to do? What to do? The ship was beginning to wander over the air as a ragdoll and the ground was approaching at an horrendous speed. Will this be the end?... No, it couldn't be. Another reverie came by. A near-death reverie. And who it was again? Freckl of course! And in the same luring beautiful voice she said "The fire extinguisher... dear poet... use the fire extinguisher... It all lies there, yes. The extingui and the fire.." The poet gathered all his strenght at the sight of this new entity and grabbed the extinguisher with his fragile poet-hands. I doubt but I must do this, he thought. And with a butt-full of courage, he snorted the whole content of the 15 pounds pressure vessel in less than three inhalations.. And gorgeousness once more! Now he had acquired new knowledge and now he knew how to fly this pipe plane professionaly. He made a couple of stunts for the crowd that had gathered around a local river he landed grecefully on an ice block that floated in the middle of the water. Not hurting anyone in his way. Everyone cheered and clapped when the poet got out of the cock-pit. He was happy and he smiled.. He had arrived. And and...
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But you are for sure not a victim for miscalculations. The problem was your pipecontents, that took you out on the dangerous and stormy sea. Sea-pipes are always like that, and you were drifting with the waves because you had a pipe with driftweed and no stabilizer-weed at all. It was not enough with the sony-radar, and if you by some occurrence should find yourself, in a similar situation, you can follow the sea-gulls. When they get tired of you they go for land.
You ask yourself, if this could have been the end for the poet. But my dear, don't ever fear that as long as you are on this Neverendingthread.Here you are safe, even if you yourself in average kill 27 livings per post.
That Freckle you saw was a miragesight, also made of your pipe-shit. She is still on Excessa with the hypnotist Pekka and she is very unhappy. She will probably soon be back with you, and her marriage be declared unaccomplished, because of her husbands incapacity. Maybe you can remember, that Fuckings Micro-Medio was made of tin and unfortunately not rust-free tin. The wet and sulphuric clima on Excessa had a really precarious effect on the tin and that has taken a ruinous price on their relation. That is even said that the micro can fall off. Till that has his hypnotic ability something to do with the microfunction and Freckle is very sorry for him, but will take that as a reason for divorce.
You were saved on the sea and if you believe, that my daughter had something to do with that, it is up to you. You two have a special bond and there is much between Earth and Excessa that we can't explain. But I am sure you soon will have new funny adventures together again. But where you are now I have not the slightest idea about, but I hope you will tell us in your next post. See you...
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And the letter ended abruptly. Hubble had sent that letter to keep in touch since he loved the poet so dearly and he had been watching all his actions attentively through a big telescope he called Hubble too.. because he was a little bit narcissistic. But he couldn't see all the things he did inside his house and that's why he wondered and wondered: Was he, the poet, a lazy piece of shit?... and he followed his reasoning. He didn't post everyday, as he should. And he certainly didn't write well-thought things, just impulsive ideas and crumbled texts that wouldn't take even 5 minutes to write. Hubble was puzzled and couldn't sleep because of these questions that seemed endless. But the poet was ready to satisfy his curiosity and he was happy to hear about the freckl and he prayed for her to stop having blue-flu. Then he sent an hurried SMS/telegram to Hubble:
"Hallo and Vojne.
Thanks for the letter! I have read it carefully a couple of times. Thanks for the concern too, I must say I often ask those things myself and find no logic to this all but but, I am climbing this waterbottles, you know, and sometimes they get in the way in daily life but I will not give in to their plastic slipperiness, no!. As to "where I am" I just can tell you that I will not be here soon and I am really glad. I hope you two are doing excellent in Nokia. I will visit excessa as soon as I can. Hope this all makes sense, I woke up no more than 10 minutes ago and I hadn't had watermelons yet.
Love and mangos
Happy-poet.
Obs.: Annexed are two yellow-green pills to help your daughter with the flu.
"
And Hubble was rejoiced to hear his beloved friend was ok on the other planet called Earth. He showed the telegram to his daughter and she said:...
"Hallo and Vojne.
Thanks for the letter! I have read it carefully a couple of times. Thanks for the concern too, I must say I often ask those things myself and find no logic to this all but but, I am climbing this waterbottles, you know, and sometimes they get in the way in daily life but I will not give in to their plastic slipperiness, no!. As to "where I am" I just can tell you that I will not be here soon and I am really glad. I hope you two are doing excellent in Nokia. I will visit excessa as soon as I can. Hope this all makes sense, I woke up no more than 10 minutes ago and I hadn't had watermelons yet.
Love and mangos
Happy-poet.
Obs.: Annexed are two yellow-green pills to help your daughter with the flu.
"
And Hubble was rejoiced to hear his beloved friend was ok on the other planet called Earth. He showed the telegram to his daughter and she said:...
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-"Oh dear, oh dear! I don't like when he is on the Earth and we are on Excessa. Did you tell him that we are coming back to him, as soon as Pekka will let me go. Harv4 will help me. She doesn't give a fuck about that Jesus-church-blessing in Helsinki, "Who does that Jesus-Halleluja-person think that he is," she said, "You are not married because he babbled some shit over your heads. Bull only bull!"
-"Ja, Pekka has problems now," said Öhubble, "He has got a psychosis about his Micromedio. He thinks it is made of tin and is rusting and soon will fall off. So he has bought an anti-rust-spray, for cars, that he rubs in, four times a day. But the problem is stuck in his brain and he ought to talk to a psychotheraphist that is specialized on wrong micromedia-comprehension. The two Harvs are pressing him to stay here, but I am afraid he rather will follow you to the Earth and then YOU will have problem since you want to be together with the poet.
-"My marriage was a big mistake and I must have been hypnotized," said the girl. "I am not the marrying kind and I am more for fooling around like you dad. Life is to short not to be lived!
-"Jaja, but first we must try to solve the Pekka-problem and go home. Maybe I have to invent a get-rid-of-Pekka-pill, something like sushi, that takes him out for many days, while we can escape."
But Boom Kaboom. The door flew open and a very angry Pekka stormed in. He had a strange duck-walk from his antirust-micro-treatment and he growled like a sly rabiesdog. A pekka-grrrrr that could freeze blood to ice.
And even worse! He had a gun in his hand. And he aimed at the girl...
-"I forbid you to leave me!!!You are mine till death us depart...
BOOM KABOOM...
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Boom brum. A bullet flew out of Pekka's custom-Kalashnikov that was little as a handgun. But where did it go? did it hit the girl as Pekka's death sentence? would it hit Hubble that hurried in her daughter's aid? Everyone knew that Pekka had a terrible aim so they were not really surprised when the bullet flew awry and, recoiling with a wall, hit his Micromacro tearing it apart in half. The unlucky half made a Prum hollow sound when it hit Excessas floor. "This cannot be" said Pekka "NO... NO NO! not again! why won't any bullet follow my orders? This is absurd.." and he started crying at the sight of his poor micro that lied as a sleeping bird on the floor. "What is there left?" he said afterwards "Now I have no real reasons to live and and! instead I have one shot left on my Nikov. I see! Everything makes sense now! haha! Goodbye world, I won't miss you at all! Until death tear us apart, freckl!" and he made the gesture of a suicidal person with his kalash. But but, the girl hurried in his help and kicked the ugly gun away from him with a karate move he had also learned from her father for self-defense purposes. Then he sat next to pekka and said "You see! it is understandable for people to be concerned about the size of their micro or macro but but.. there are a lot of other things to see and ponder about in life that don't necessarily include them. You can read books instead! those are really fun and thrilling and you don't need your now micromicro to enjoy them. Just don't do anything silly, dear pekka, you tried to kill me but I will still visit you from time to time, maybe. I still haven't decided, maybe I will have a definite opinion on the NEXT post. For now, leave the kalashnikovs and read books, yes!." And she got up and left with the kalashnikov on her hands, so pekka wouldn't hurt anyone else or himself. And the cloud-taxi was waiting for a direct ride to Helsinki. She and her father mounted in and it flew away, but but what a thing! in the distance she saw what was not 2 but 27 black people that were probably were tourists on excessa and she got a good idea, to kill time. From the cloud's window, she aimed and shot with her newly acquired kalash. But there was only one boom in there as pekka had stated. "Gosh... only one shot. What a waste! This is going to be a sad trip because of this.." But hubble had it covered "Haha, don't worry dear daughter" he said "I have one magazine saved for emergency occasions such as this one. Here, on my front pocket! Have fun." And after she made the gun click with a smile on her face, a boom sonata was heard as a prelude for the cloud's travel.
And the cloud entered the earth's atmosphere with no delays. But in the way a cloud reactor made boom once and then twice. "What what?" said Hubble "Aren't this clouds made in Berlin? This is unacceptable.." And he went to the pilot's cabin to confront him about the situation. "We're on a may day" he said "And we'll have to land here if we don't want to become mashed potatoes. Huh!" And hubble was mad "What! I thought it was april just now... Nonsense! And where will we land?" This was a big question since not even the pilot knew. They cushioned inside a small forest and they went out of the cloud that spat smoke. "What is this shithole?" said Hubble, coughing "Look at that sign that reads 'El Salvador', we must be in hell itself!" and what will they do now? the cloud was broken and and...
And the cloud entered the earth's atmosphere with no delays. But in the way a cloud reactor made boom once and then twice. "What what?" said Hubble "Aren't this clouds made in Berlin? This is unacceptable.." And he went to the pilot's cabin to confront him about the situation. "We're on a may day" he said "And we'll have to land here if we don't want to become mashed potatoes. Huh!" And hubble was mad "What! I thought it was april just now... Nonsense! And where will we land?" This was a big question since not even the pilot knew. They cushioned inside a small forest and they went out of the cloud that spat smoke. "What is this shithole?" said Hubble, coughing "Look at that sign that reads 'El Salvador', we must be in hell itself!" and what will they do now? the cloud was broken and and...
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It rained and it rained and it was hot like in hell! One million mosquitos, that had waited for them in impatient silence, came swishing in a co-ordinated attack, with a frightening surr-morr-murr. And a black devilpanter sat behind a stone and speculated over whom of the three he should have for breakfast.
-"We must out of this jungle," said the girl. "And we have to carry the purple pilot, since he has broken his leg. But first I have to chase the pantercat behind the stone there."
And with that, she screamed in Finnish and the animal that never before had met a frustrated Finnish girl, ran away as fast as his catlegs could transport him.
They made a stretcher for the pilot and then the girl thought he looked familiar.-"You are Pekkas son, aren't you?" she asked,
-"Yes, I am Pekkaburobo, and I was born on an aeroplane with the poet!"
-"What, what?" said Öhubble, "But that was only some posts ago, and now you are a grown-up-pilot. How is that possible?
-"For us purple-people one day is like one Earth-year and I have been a pilot for five days now. I wrote a post about that on Neverending story, but I don't think anyone understood it. I write with cyrillic letters only."
-"So that was you? I understood it but I am a genius", said Öhubble.
Suddenly they were out of the jungle and there was a little town and in that little town there was a little house, and in that little house there was a little poet, that became happily surprised when he saw them.
-"Welcome to Salvador", he said, "would you have some waterbottles, melon or maybe a puberty-mango? I can't see you so well, because my right eye is falling out all the time. I must put new tape on it now to make it stay for a while."
He did and and the eye plopped in again.
-"Ok", said Öhubble, "Would you like to come with us to Helsinki, so Freckle can make some permanent eyesolution for you? I would also try some new pills on you two. But first we have to attend to Pekkaburobos broken leg".
-"No legprobleme here", said Pekkaburobo and jumped around, "It has gone almost a year and it has healed. So let us search for some cloud-express to Helsinki".
-"But, but," the poet hesitated. "My eye, my fucking eye, fell out again and I can't "see" it...where oh where is my fucking eye."
-"Here, here is your fucking eye," said the girl and plopped it in again.
-"Huh", said Öhubble," this black humour is too much for me. Come let us go, while we still have fucking eyes to see with."
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I See! At last 
Stepped outside the poet's little home, ready to fly away and never return. But then the poet remembered something and said "Oh! Only one post and we're already leaving? I'm really sorry! Ha! where are my manners?... Before we go to this other place you know so well, you must see what we have here! Don't you think? We have a lot!" And the girl, who had just gotten a avatar-facial surgery said with deep and beautiful eyes "Umm... Huh! I would rather not!... But thank you anyways! haha! And! Now.. where is that cloud..? I am melting" But the poet insisted and he wouldn't take no for an answer. His eye was already fixed in it's socket with industrial glue so he stopped all that hypocondriac plopping. He told them they would have the time of their lives and, oh, did they!. He took them into his cozy barn and, inside, a magnificent and rare spectacle was taking place... Not two but three mules were fucking passionately on top of a haystack... Hubble and the girl were jaw-dropping amazed. And the sight was no less than a rare constellation that galloped in the night skies to the amazement of the crowd that had gathered in the poet's mulebarn. The magnificent spectacle lasted for about two hours and it finally dissolved as a cloud. Everyone clapped and cheered. "Not in a million years" Said then Hubble "Not in a million, would I have witnessed this.. oh, Thank you, dear poet. Thank you!" And he cleaned the tears from his eyes with a paper tissue. The girl was speechless and she contemplated the floor in a expression full of thoughts and wishes. After a while it was twilight and they were still amazed. "What next?" Asked hubble "This land intrigues me and you are now our guide... Yes! You are Virgil! That guides Dante in his search through hell. Oh! Where is Beatrice? Where does she hide?.. oh! Guide us through the squares, the triangles and the circles. Oh, poet!" And the poet answered.
Beatrice, you look, is everything in this land
From the littlest turmoil and strike-fight
To the children's strong sand-hands.
Cleanse the eyes and everything above with light!
For what you see here is everything but men.
I promise. Walk peacefully and it will never fight.
And they went directly towards...

Stepped outside the poet's little home, ready to fly away and never return. But then the poet remembered something and said "Oh! Only one post and we're already leaving? I'm really sorry! Ha! where are my manners?... Before we go to this other place you know so well, you must see what we have here! Don't you think? We have a lot!" And the girl, who had just gotten a avatar-facial surgery said with deep and beautiful eyes "Umm... Huh! I would rather not!... But thank you anyways! haha! And! Now.. where is that cloud..? I am melting" But the poet insisted and he wouldn't take no for an answer. His eye was already fixed in it's socket with industrial glue so he stopped all that hypocondriac plopping. He told them they would have the time of their lives and, oh, did they!. He took them into his cozy barn and, inside, a magnificent and rare spectacle was taking place... Not two but three mules were fucking passionately on top of a haystack... Hubble and the girl were jaw-dropping amazed. And the sight was no less than a rare constellation that galloped in the night skies to the amazement of the crowd that had gathered in the poet's mulebarn. The magnificent spectacle lasted for about two hours and it finally dissolved as a cloud. Everyone clapped and cheered. "Not in a million years" Said then Hubble "Not in a million, would I have witnessed this.. oh, Thank you, dear poet. Thank you!" And he cleaned the tears from his eyes with a paper tissue. The girl was speechless and she contemplated the floor in a expression full of thoughts and wishes. After a while it was twilight and they were still amazed. "What next?" Asked hubble "This land intrigues me and you are now our guide... Yes! You are Virgil! That guides Dante in his search through hell. Oh! Where is Beatrice? Where does she hide?.. oh! Guide us through the squares, the triangles and the circles. Oh, poet!" And the poet answered.
Beatrice, you look, is everything in this land
From the littlest turmoil and strike-fight
To the children's strong sand-hands.
Cleanse the eyes and everything above with light!
For what you see here is everything but men.
I promise. Walk peacefully and it will never fight.
And they went directly towards...
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The house of the rising sun! The poet showed them his triangles and circles and Pekkaburobo jumped around on his now healed leg. Didn't I tell you that all purple-aliens has only one, but one big-large, leg.
Since they had been lost in the darkgreen, wet forrest, among wild cats and equally wild gnat-gnats and the devious she-wolf from Dantes Hell they were happy to walk among the lightshadows and under the hot equator. The poet felt his poem-force overwhelm him and he recited...
"The future forrest is in dimbling,
And those who enters there can be sting,
By horny wasps, that want our tears and pling,
This Dante and Beatrice, I will you bring,
After their bodies, they have rested in this spring,
The love between them was so very whirling,
And filled them with such joy they were reeling."
"God! How romantic. I wish I was that Beatrice,and that you would do some poems to me. I could listen to you all day, but now we must go home to our more prosaic lives", said the girl and blushed. Again! Fathers new pills are awaiting us and I am so curious. I must also try to fasten your eye more permanent. You can't go around and look for it on dirty floors, when it has plopped out. The glue you use now is dangerous and you risk your left eye too. You can't have your both eyes floored."
"I think we have seen enough circles for one day now and we have to look for a Helsinkicloud", said Öhubble.
And yes there it was and they all embarked and fell asleep as passangers always do on those travels. They woke up in Helsinki and it snowed and snowed.
"This damn snow is Al Gores fault", said Öhubble, "Now we will see what my new pills can do for you two. Don't be afraid you will not be the strange animal Armadillos. That was an exceptional mistake! You will see through everything like some radar-roentgen."
"But what is the fun in that"?asked the poet. "I am not sure I want to see through things. I like it more foggy and that is why I smoke my weed. And my eyes, my fucking eyes are not prepared for this Roentgen."
"What? What? You don't want to be clear-sighted young man? What is the matter with you? You don't even need kryptonit. You will be...
Since they had been lost in the darkgreen, wet forrest, among wild cats and equally wild gnat-gnats and the devious she-wolf from Dantes Hell they were happy to walk among the lightshadows and under the hot equator. The poet felt his poem-force overwhelm him and he recited...
"The future forrest is in dimbling,
And those who enters there can be sting,
By horny wasps, that want our tears and pling,
This Dante and Beatrice, I will you bring,
After their bodies, they have rested in this spring,
The love between them was so very whirling,
And filled them with such joy they were reeling."
"God! How romantic. I wish I was that Beatrice,and that you would do some poems to me. I could listen to you all day, but now we must go home to our more prosaic lives", said the girl and blushed. Again! Fathers new pills are awaiting us and I am so curious. I must also try to fasten your eye more permanent. You can't go around and look for it on dirty floors, when it has plopped out. The glue you use now is dangerous and you risk your left eye too. You can't have your both eyes floored."
"I think we have seen enough circles for one day now and we have to look for a Helsinkicloud", said Öhubble.
And yes there it was and they all embarked and fell asleep as passangers always do on those travels. They woke up in Helsinki and it snowed and snowed.
"This damn snow is Al Gores fault", said Öhubble, "Now we will see what my new pills can do for you two. Don't be afraid you will not be the strange animal Armadillos. That was an exceptional mistake! You will see through everything like some radar-roentgen."
"But what is the fun in that"?asked the poet. "I am not sure I want to see through things. I like it more foggy and that is why I smoke my weed. And my eyes, my fucking eyes are not prepared for this Roentgen."
"What? What? You don't want to be clear-sighted young man? What is the matter with you? You don't even need kryptonit. You will be...
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superman and you will even have lasers coming out of your eyes if that's what you wish. What kind of mentality do you have? This is a dream! And one that comes true! Just imagine..." But the poet answered "Haha! I know I know! And a good dream too, to be able to fly and save people from other people that try to steal their wallets. And fly around skyscrapers at leisure. Like a bird, Of course! But sadly, it is not my dream. I will fly yes! But with these cardboard boxes I have been building on my home, which is not a house! as evans said! haha!... and speaking of which. I forgot those on my house so we'll have to return to my country again! IN a cloud, how fun!" And they all did. And boy, were they happy to see the mules again. There was clapping again and more cheering and more tears and it even rained a little. It wasn't as hot as the day before.. But the girl, with her new soul-penetrating stare, said after a while "This is enough. Enough for me. I'm not sure I can handle all the beauty that has gathered in this majestic place.. It is like a garden full of desires and silver-threads that never end. Or like the hair of a muse on her throne that gets entangled with the wind.. I need to rest my eyes, my fucking eyes, in helsinki. My father acts like a spoiled child in a candy shop right now. Look, it is another cloud. Let's not wait for the other one, I will help you with the boxes and all the mangos you forgot. Watermelons too?" And the cloud flushed away some hours while the poet ate mangos thoroughly. "Ha! Again in finland." he said "It is awesome how clouds now are used for transportation... some years ago they only cried above the mountains on june, with the clowns and the party balloons on the next room.. huh! What will the next years bring?" And hubble was distressed "No, no time for that! Cloud technology is on another sector. Now we are talking about PILLS. Wonderful pills and their main and side effects. Pills and phills, one can never have too many! I have these, the red ones, that are superman-pills. And.. these other ones that are anti-dust ones, brown and yellow, like shit. And now... Which one would you like? And make it quick, we have no time to spend on unnecessarities. oh no." And the poet with the girl wondered "Dust pills? So we will turn into dust that flies with the wind?" Hubble quickly laughed and clarified "Ha! no no... you just stop growing old. If my derivations work as planned, you will also live 50 more years! Ha! A genius, Am I not?" The girl tried one pill to satisfy her father. And the poet did too, but he quickly drank a whole bottle because he wanted to remain a child forever. But the effects were absolutely contradictory. What happened was:...
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that you are talking a lot of me and that I make strange pills. I have nothing to do with this and I hope your story will be about something else than me.
Psysics for example!
Other dimensions maybe? That would be interesting.
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that they were small sparrows, just hatched."Pippippip", said the girl,"pippip, was this really what you intended, father? I can see an hungry hawk, up there in the sky, so you better hide us."
-"I don't want to be a skitty BIRD,mr Öhubble, You must DO something," complained the poet-sparrow.
-"Oh, I am so sorry, I must have confused the molekules. I thought I had the human DNA and RNA, when I mixed the pills, but I remember that I listened to "the Bird", Charlie Parker, and I must have used the birdextract, vojne, vojne. Come here now and sit under my cap. That hawk doesn't look kind at all and he has been circuling us for a long while. But vojne what can I do? I think that Pekka is the only one that can help me."
"Pippippip, nooo Pekka",piped the girl. "I am sure he will kill us both, for the shooting on Excessa."
"Pippip", the poet was upset, "He hates us since he knows that Freckle wants to be with me and he blames me for the dividing of his poor micromedio."
"But I will of course not tell him that you are the sparrows", said Öhubble, almost in tears.
So he called Pekka, that came.
-"If I help you, you must tell me where I can find your daughter and that damn poet", he said.
Öhubble hesitated, "I have no idea. I thought she was with you. The poet is in Salvador I think."
"Jaja, I have sent an intergalactic search after them, so I will soon have them in my net. She is after all my runawaywife and Jesus himself has blessed us."
"Vojne, vojne. I know, but wouldn't it be better if you gave up on her. You can't force her to love you and she and the poet are like sibblings. Don't kill them, please!"
"Jaja, but they owe me. It was the poets doing that almost blew my micro away."
"But he only defended his friend. You had killed her if he hadn't interfered."
"Bullshit, I had only marked her a little and that was what she deserved."
From a cage in a corner, one could hear two small sparrows, that sat close together on a peg. They were very agitated and they pippippiped all they managed. It wasn't beautiful, it was heartbreaking.
"Why do you have those miserable, ugly, screaming, wild birds in a cage. Let them out for Gods sake", said Pekka Fucking and opened the cagedoor...
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But but... pekka had very good eyes and as soon as the little metal door screeched and let the birds fly free, pekka noticed something strange in there "Huh! this is interesting" he said, as he grabbed one of the cage birds with his hands and his fingers slowly wrapped around it. Almost like the rug's bristle that hug the paws of a new-born dog. "Ha! this one has freckles. Tiny freckles. I didn't know birds could have those. A mutation? ha! So pretty! It is almost miraculous... or.. huh! wait a minute.. this is everything but natural, yes. Is this some kind of hiding trick Mr Hubble?? Are your pills behind this?? Tell me now!" And he held the freck-bird tighter with his strong human hands. So tight, the bird would make Chipr sounds involuntarily. The other bird that was free couldn't stand the sight and thought pekka could hurt her. He tried to hit pekka with his beak repeatedly as best as he could but even with his strongest and desperate try, nothing hurt the oppressing pekka and nothing dampened the death's clutch on his poor friend. And what now? Hubble didn't want to answer and Pekka was about to discover the truth. Hubble knew he could crush the freckled in an instant if he tried anything funny. Chiipr, chiiirp, made the bird... chiiirrp. Then the other bird made a desperate move. He flew from the other side of the room with all the strength his little wings could lend him and he crashed at full speed against pekka's face. And and... it sort of worked! The bird flew like a doll that an angry kid throws at the wind and Pekka wasn't dead, oh no, but but.. he had released the freckled from the crash and she now flew outside the room with his newfound freedom.
But.. what had happened with the other? he lied on the floor as he tried to scape before pekka regained his sight but but his left-wing was broken so he could only wallow in hope he would somehow escape pekka. And oh, pekka was red from madness and rage. His beautiful face was scratched and he couldn't stand it at all. It was his face and he had spent so many hair products and beautifying lotions.. just for some stupid bird to ruin it all. He looked all over the room for that damn bird so he could stomp on it. Oh, there it is! On the corner. He said. With a sly and evil smile on his face, he rushed and boomka! The whole room echoed as he stepped on the poor defenseless bird with all his strength..
On the other room Hubble just had come rushing in. He said, out of breath "Do you think he bought it?.. ha! I hope so! But anyways... we don't have time. Pekka may come in any minute. I had made this gummy yummy candy worms that have an antidote for the bird transformation, just for cases like this. It will not heal that wing of yours though!.. Hurry child!" And he fed the bird some of his best worms for a quick transformation. "All my friends would think I am crazy" Added hubble "Talking to birds.. huh!.. Absurd." And boom kaboom, a poet out-bended from his hands and he was no longer a bird. Hubble was proud, the recipe was correct and it had a fast effect. "Now run!" he said "Pekka will be here in any minute" And the poet didn't have time to say goodbye nor thank you. With his broken wrist, he ran as fast as he could for no reason at all. He ran and ran until there were no houses and the landscape was all about snow and winter trees. He found a nice tree and sat there, regaining his breath and thinking "I miss those wings! I could fly so high right now, pekka wouldn't be able to reach me. But now let's wait and everything will be fine".. He had a book with him. He planned to return to helsinki in a couple of days, so pekka wouldn't be on his hunt. He was so tired, he fell asleep in some minutes and and...
But.. what had happened with the other? he lied on the floor as he tried to scape before pekka regained his sight but but his left-wing was broken so he could only wallow in hope he would somehow escape pekka. And oh, pekka was red from madness and rage. His beautiful face was scratched and he couldn't stand it at all. It was his face and he had spent so many hair products and beautifying lotions.. just for some stupid bird to ruin it all. He looked all over the room for that damn bird so he could stomp on it. Oh, there it is! On the corner. He said. With a sly and evil smile on his face, he rushed and boomka! The whole room echoed as he stepped on the poor defenseless bird with all his strength..
On the other room Hubble just had come rushing in. He said, out of breath "Do you think he bought it?.. ha! I hope so! But anyways... we don't have time. Pekka may come in any minute. I had made this gummy yummy candy worms that have an antidote for the bird transformation, just for cases like this. It will not heal that wing of yours though!.. Hurry child!" And he fed the bird some of his best worms for a quick transformation. "All my friends would think I am crazy" Added hubble "Talking to birds.. huh!.. Absurd." And boom kaboom, a poet out-bended from his hands and he was no longer a bird. Hubble was proud, the recipe was correct and it had a fast effect. "Now run!" he said "Pekka will be here in any minute" And the poet didn't have time to say goodbye nor thank you. With his broken wrist, he ran as fast as he could for no reason at all. He ran and ran until there were no houses and the landscape was all about snow and winter trees. He found a nice tree and sat there, regaining his breath and thinking "I miss those wings! I could fly so high right now, pekka wouldn't be able to reach me. But now let's wait and everything will be fine".. He had a book with him. He planned to return to helsinki in a couple of days, so pekka wouldn't be on his hunt. He was so tired, he fell asleep in some minutes and and...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]
He woke up with, not a BoomKaboom, no, with a little pippip or chirpchirp. (Chirp sounds much nicer than pippip.Thank you !
). It was the freckled sparrow, with featherplaits that picked him on his mouth, with her little pink beak.
-"Help me", she chirped, "Oh dear, chirp, chirp, Pekka is after me and he will crush me with one hand. Vojne, vojne"!
-"I would never let him. You can hide in my breastpocket. I am going to a body-builder-gym where I got a new friend, that can take care of us. I am sure he is the strongest man in the world, full of Russian muscledope, that makes him so attractive, but sorry to say also impotent".
They went to the Gym and the freckled bird vomited in the poets pocket.
-"Sorry, dear. I can't stand all that swellings so I just must vomit", She was very unhappy, but the poet only laughed.
-"It is okey and I am also sorry, but I love them all. We don't have many of those muskleparcels in Salvador."
Boom Kaboom! Hrm hrm!
"Jaja,I just thought I could find you here, poet", It was Pekka and he looked at the poets now womitstained breastpocket.
"What do you have in your pocket? Is it maybe a vomiting, freckled little bird, with featherplaits?"
"Of course NOT", said the poet with a shiver. "It is a screw with a long, not freckled nose."
"So, let me say hi to your screw, with not freckled nose!"
"No, you can't! She is asleep!"
"But, so wake her! Pekka wants to see her. Take of your shirt and give it to me. NOW"!
Boom kaboom!
The poets new friend, the very strong, but impotent Russian dopeproduct came forward.
"And what have we here?" he said with a thundering voice."Is this man antagonizing you, dear young thing from Salvador?"
"Ja, he ordered me to undress my shirt!"
"So, so? That is what this feeble little shit wants. Haha".
Boom Kaboom.Again!
Pekka Fucking on the floor. The dopeproduct on top of him, taking a hard grip on Pekkas both ears and turning them around.
"Help, help, my ears, my ears, my fucking ears", screamed Pekka. "I am not in the least interested in that scrawny ung man. I only want the freckled bird".
"So, you want a freckled bird", said the product and twisted poor Pekkas ears one more time. "I shall give you for freckled birds..."
And with one little kick of his left foot he sent Pekka Fucking Nurmi, out through the closed glassdoor and up in a big birch, where he had to hang untill a benevolent passerby helped him down.
But guess if he was...

-"Help me", she chirped, "Oh dear, chirp, chirp, Pekka is after me and he will crush me with one hand. Vojne, vojne"!
-"I would never let him. You can hide in my breastpocket. I am going to a body-builder-gym where I got a new friend, that can take care of us. I am sure he is the strongest man in the world, full of Russian muscledope, that makes him so attractive, but sorry to say also impotent".
They went to the Gym and the freckled bird vomited in the poets pocket.
-"Sorry, dear. I can't stand all that swellings so I just must vomit", She was very unhappy, but the poet only laughed.
-"It is okey and I am also sorry, but I love them all. We don't have many of those muskleparcels in Salvador."
Boom Kaboom! Hrm hrm!
"Jaja,I just thought I could find you here, poet", It was Pekka and he looked at the poets now womitstained breastpocket.
"What do you have in your pocket? Is it maybe a vomiting, freckled little bird, with featherplaits?"
"Of course NOT", said the poet with a shiver. "It is a screw with a long, not freckled nose."
"So, let me say hi to your screw, with not freckled nose!"
"No, you can't! She is asleep!"
"But, so wake her! Pekka wants to see her. Take of your shirt and give it to me. NOW"!
Boom kaboom!
The poets new friend, the very strong, but impotent Russian dopeproduct came forward.
"And what have we here?" he said with a thundering voice."Is this man antagonizing you, dear young thing from Salvador?"
"Ja, he ordered me to undress my shirt!"
"So, so? That is what this feeble little shit wants. Haha".
Boom Kaboom.Again!
Pekka Fucking on the floor. The dopeproduct on top of him, taking a hard grip on Pekkas both ears and turning them around.
"Help, help, my ears, my ears, my fucking ears", screamed Pekka. "I am not in the least interested in that scrawny ung man. I only want the freckled bird".
"So, you want a freckled bird", said the product and twisted poor Pekkas ears one more time. "I shall give you for freckled birds..."
And with one little kick of his left foot he sent Pekka Fucking Nurmi, out through the closed glassdoor and up in a big birch, where he had to hang untill a benevolent passerby helped him down.
But guess if he was...