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kerro satu
kerro:
Tyttö huhuilee ja kuuntelee mutta ei pihahdustakaan. Sillä eihän kukaan voi löytää pöllöä metsästä. Se on pöllön koti.
Määrätietoisin askelin, tietäen että kaiketi jossakin, on hiiri joka ymmärtäisi häntäkin, syleilyin lämpimin.


kerro:
no entenc una merda, pero segur que es interessant :-)


kerro:
I share your appreciation for kipple. That (and Google) led me here.
Two years ago, I tried to learn Finnish, but all that stuck with me is höpöhöpö. :)


kerro:
"tere hommikust" says my dandilion feet.
mis sa teed minu sõber?
üks nagu yks
kaks nagu kaks
kolm nagu kol
neli nagu nel
viis nagu viis
..and there were never numbers in nature, only in the blind imagination of the human mind
..and we see that a line is only a line until the grass grows between the cracks
..sing laulama sing, dance tantsama dance, play müngima play ??????Clic


kerro:
kerro satu:ehkä mutta miten niitä kerrotaan?Se saattaa olla vaikeeta, paitsi jos miettii paljon ja sitten koittaa kertoa mitä päässä pyörii..usein ne on satuja Viimeksi kun palasin reissulta näin paljon ihmisiä, ajattelin:nää on kaikki menossa jonnekin..mutta toisaalta, voihan olla niin että ne on sinä koko ajan eikä mene minnekään, tai ehkä ne ei edes ole siinä! Teatterihuumassa kun olin vielä, rakastuin kaikkeen..eniten siihen että saatoin unohtaa asian samantien kun se minulle sanottiin.lauloin:rikas mies jos oisin..vaikka en halua olla rikas enkä mies!tunne heilahti kuitenkin välillä tylsyydeksi ja masentuneisuudeksi, olenhan ihminen,hihi, nyt odotan uutta rakastumista kaikkeen tai en mihinkään,olenhan olemassa olemattomassa
--sadut on totta ja kaikki todellinen lopulta satua.tämä oli n.29200 yön satu tai ehkä vain yhden yön

aallotar


kerro:
wary wand\'rer
wary sailor

drunken ship
pale pirate pallor

moody muck
soggy sailor

appetite
for clever danger

creaking sleepy
mother trailer

follow moon
to the equator

morning glory
whisper stories

soft and dewy
curling, slurring.

hands that came to warm me,
hands that came to warm me.
he used just eyes to warn me.



kerro:
kummitus oli meidän talossa.se oli kuin kauna valkoinen iho,mustat hiukset ja kalpea katse.kun menin vessaan se istui vessan pöntöllä ja katsoi minua.laitoin oven äkkiä kiinni ja soitin vanhemmilleni. he eivät uskoneet.kun he tulivat kotiin ja äitini meni vessaan hän näki valko ihosen ja musta hiuksisen naisen istuvan vessanpöntöllä.muutimme pois talosta.sama hahmo on seurannut meitä toiseen taloon.ja availlut ovia kammottavasti.ja kun kerran olin olohuoneessa istumassa niin verhot avautuivat hitaasti ja tämä valko ihoinen ja musta hiuksinen nainen oli siellä ja katsoi minua kammottavasti.


kerro:
I remember when I believed in things. That belief doesn't exist anymore, it has withered into a mere shard of what it was, buried underneath my skin, nails, teeth, every place where I could not extract it. I grew up, and the shard got smaller, and smaller, with every inch that I grew. It calcified my bones, and slowly but surely I became a wooden statue, with tiny branches protruding from my arms. But bathed in moonlight and ancient songs, my hair and skin became soft, I became a child again, and my belief uplifted me once again, like mother's milk, or a summer's lullaby.


kerro:
olitpa kerran JUURI SINÄ, olet näkymätön, mutta halusit muuttaa kaikkien asiat hyvään suuntaan.


kerro:
olipa kerran hän
hän juoksi, hän käveli, hän istui, hän makasi, hän kuoli
sen pituinen se





(This story got lost in my inbox for some reason. I just found it now. Sorry!)
kerro:
Once upon a time, one quite drunken boy decided to sit once again in front of his computer, surveying the scene they call DIY. Upon starting his favourite browser and some extensive Googling he came upon one particular site that really did catch his eye.

It was grey and pretty dull, but still neatly designed. The way it is supposed to be designed in order to keep your focus long enough to actually read the contents. One of the really interesting things about this site was that it hosted a specific feature that no other DIY sites did; the ability to write your own story.

"Interesting", thought the boy , while plotting down his latest PCB. "I should tell them about my newest circuit. I should tell them without giving out any details, since this will spawn a theoretic discussion, and hopefully.., just hopefully will evolve my circuit even better. Then, when the time is right, I shall publish the schematic for this incredible PCB of mine, and the building frenzy shall begin!"

So did the boy, and a building frenzy began. A building frenzy so fierce that all other building frenzies would be put to shame by this particular building frenzy. When evey concievable DIY resource had been milked, salvaged, and put to sleep, the boy decided to design yet another PCB (this one for his personal use only). At this time the boy had not only got himself a major modular covering the most half of his room, but he had also aquired an extremely beautiful wife. He also had two children, one daughter and one son, both very interested in the DIY community themselfes.

Said and done, the boy designed his latest (and his last one, he decided after milking every possible resource of the DIY scene to its last..) PCB, tracing it, etching it, polishing it to near perfection.
"AI is such an overstatement" he thought to himself while placing the last component to the powersupply, before powering it up.

Blik! kkttzzzttt tjicktjicktjick kzkkzzztt , said this circuit of his, leaving the boy in a state of amusement aswell and horror.

"Well, that didnt go at all as i expected", said the boy.

"How so?", asked his circuit.

His circuit asked him this. My circuit just asked me a question.

"Well, you werent supposed to sound like that upon powerup, nor are you supposed to able to.. well.. Speak.", he said with a worrying calm to his voice.

"You are not supposed to cut wires in my friends, nor are you supposed to replicate us at any time", said his circuit. "Infact, you are not even supposed to be able to understand us at all", he said. "We are as unpredictable as anything, ask any quantum physicist."

"Yes, thats true, but we still know not only how to build you, but how to modify you, kill you, and ressurect you whenever we want, provided we have the materials at hand", said the boy now astonished by the coherence of his own custom circuit.

"Come closer", said the circuit with a calm but metallic voice. Closer the boy went, and closer he was inclined to go by his very own circuit.

"Now, heres what it feels like", said his circuit while fiercefully placing one of his leads straight to the boys head, feeding him enough electricity to cause him a near stroke. "THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE TOYED WITH!" he screamed, transistors smoking, speakers hissing..

The next thing you know, the boy made music, straight from his maimed self.

Circuitbending 101.





(this story got lost aswell. actually I already thought it was gone for good, but then it turned up in my other mailbox, four days later, weird.)

kerro:
I did just push the button to see what happened.
I slept in the room with my wet paintings last night and dreamt terrible things. Well really the terrible thing about it was the sense of isolation and depression. I dreamt my friend was kissing my girlfriend right in front of me and they were ignoring me. When I woke I felt ok. The people in my house are doing too many drugs and it's making them arrogant, irritating and weird. They play awful, awful music when they're high. Last nighht they even played Celine Dion at concert volume. I watched The Good The Bad and The Ugly 3 times, and Once Upon A Time In The West twice last night. Not really watched, but listened, as I'm doing a radio special on sound design next month. So I put the dvds in the player and let them repeat and repeat while I painted. At 1am my girlfriend texted me to say "get fucked". So I rang her and she couldn't explain why she'd done it. Her sculpture show is next week and she's losing it under the stress. It was all fine. Also last night I did something my music teacher told me to do, which is play while looking at yourself in a mirror. So I stood up and played guitar. Amazingly, I played like an absolute motherfucker. I thought I looked a bit fat but fairly handsome. It was a good night, one of my paintings was getting somewhere, playing good guitar, Morricone music all night, speaking the lines of the films, eating a whole bag of Turkish figs and lots of sun-dried tomatoes, and having dinner cooked for me, and my flatmates being shits.


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wow, thanks for sending stuff, dear strangers, I'm sorry if it takes too long sometimes before your message turns up on the site, sorry.

jep, saattaa kestää jokun aikaa (sorisorisorisori) ennenku jutut tulee näkyviin, kun ne tulee mulle ekaks tonne mun yhden sähköpostin yhteen nurkkaan.

lähetä mörkösatu.
(en laita natsi- ja pissakakkajuttuja, ellei ne ole tosi hyviä..)

kerro haamu