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ECW road trip: OuluPerjantai 28.08.2009 03:11

Kävimme tuolla Suomi-neidon kainalossa tuomitsemassa kera The Wandering Midgetin. Hauskaa oli ja iltasella ehkä vähän viinaakin. Jaksaisin kirjoittaa pitemmälti, niin kirjoittaisinkin.

Mutta tässä kuva ensimmäiseltä tauoltamme menomatkalla.

NowPerjantai 21.08.2009 23:22

It's time for beer, pizza and drone doom.

No mitä nyt?Perjantai 21.08.2009 04:35

Yhtäkkiä ihan normaalit surumieliset biisit, joista yleensä niin suuresti nautin, aiheuttavat minussa selittämätöntä, normaalia vakavampaa, kaihon ja tyhjyyden tunnetta. Miksi? Eiiiii!

[Ei aihetta]Keskiviikko 19.08.2009 14:49

No sehän tuli ainakin 2 tuntia nukuttua, kyllä nyt on virkee olo.

Aika paskaaKeskiviikko 19.08.2009 08:04

"Loma" on ohi

Ja sen kunniaksi taas

Nyt ei nukuta.

...ittuSunnuntai 16.08.2009 21:02

(17:52:52) (Sun-Tzu) Jeesus mainittu.
(17:52:56) (+Amnesiac) Haistakaa vittu
(17:53:23) (Sun-Tzu) Asiaa harkittu.

KuulkaasSunnuntai 16.08.2009 09:04

Mitä saatanaa se on? Ottaa niin pirusti päähän.

[Ei aihetta]Perjantai 14.08.2009 07:50

But really there's nothing...

AlanTorstai 13.08.2009 07:34

There was this guy, Alan, in my high school, kinda weird, didn't really have any friends, was kinda rude to everyone. Well, he committed suicide the other day. Or that's what we tell everyone, that he ran in front of our car. Truth is, I was shit-faced and wisely refused to drive, so I gave the keys to my friend Joseph, who was hopped up on shrooms. And to be frank, I didn't see if he was in the middle of the road or where, but we hit him and he died.

Since then, I've been having trouble trying to sleep. I'm convinced Alan is somewhere near me, pointing a blaming finger at me. Joseph's in a coma, dunno about him. But I can feel Alan's presence. Especially when it's dark. In every reflection in the windows, the tv screen, car windshields, I can see, very vaguely, his shape standing in the corner of the room, on the curb, over my shoulder. If I have a light on and open the shades, I can swear behind the reflection of the room, he's looking in the window, glaring at me. When it's really quiet, I'm sure I can hear his voice, ever so vaguely, at the edge of my hearing.

Alan's goddamn fucking pissed off at me, I can feel it in every crack from the house settling and every bump in the night. And I'm afraid to close my eyes, because I fear that when I open them anew, he'll be there, staring me straight in the eye, ready to reach out for my throat with his dead hands. I haven't slept in... days, really. Except for some 15 minutes at a time, after which I wake up screaming, flailing my arms and legs to fight him off, but he's not there. Not yet, at least, but I'm sure he will, maybe not the next time or the one after that, but it's not like he's in a hurry. Oh no, he will be there.

[Ei aihetta]Keskiviikko 12.08.2009 07:39

Behold! Paracetamol attacks!