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No more war in my panties

It is 01:40. Accordion music is finally playing on tv. We might now be anti hormone war activists and negation of negation of post-post nokia, or something like that. The situation is getting out of control. Our emblem is taking on forms - charged by an ear-ripping thunderbolt strike next to the building. Sauna is becoming gilded, hot, and stocked with baby water. Horse art keeps sprouting. We have at least three acts booked for the funeral party, but we do not know if they will actually do something. The moon is full. The end is nigh.

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Like a fish out of baby water

It is 03:30. Eighties Estonian synthpop is playing on the PA. Tomi is luxuriously sleeping on a brown velvet armchair. Baby water is still flowing. Our fish fell to the floor. I wonder if the original fish is safe? Nobody is answering the phone in our studio. All the booze has drained into The Pit. And it is repeating. We are the last people at a noise gig. The museum will be gone tomorrow, as will Antti. We worked on Sunday. We did not even go into the fish worshipping church. We will all go to Hell. But The Pit will persist.

A visitor

It is 03:30. We have lost the accordion music channels. Antti has fallen asleep, half dressed, half undressed. The lost horse was rescued from the flies. And we finally got the fish. We tried to build some more things for tomorrow's fair, but nothing was finished. But we meditated by the Pit.  We had a visitor today, so we had to set up the show, and we are very close to breaking the record. Pizza from the sauna was delicious. We should be back in 8 hours. Hope is vain.

The pit was successfully opened

According music is playing in front of us. It is 02:16. Somehow, Tomi managed to get a wonderful pink passport and board the plane. If you have not got any sleep, it is difficult to concentrate on anything else but the insides of your eyelids. Unfortunately, instead of couch, Antti chose bed as his sleeping spot, so we can not comment on his sleeping position. Stefan was wrong when he said that no Slovene is going to come to sauna with us. Quite many of our guests tried it out. Some even wanted to be locked up in a metal box. Electric shocks, whipping, all the weird things we are perversely attracted to, everything went through. What are you doing after the orgy?