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Hey, you know those kind of peculiar days when anything can happen? Days when you wake up and just know something different's coming your way and you're not sure if you're ready. Yeah,  those kind of days. I had that kind of a day last month; a day when everything I did seemed to seep with an unknown truth, everything I thought had an aura of wonder around them. I concluded my usual morning routines with utmost care, making sure to brush my teeth cleaner than ever (if what was coming would turn out to be my sudden and unexplainable death, at least I'd leave with a breath as fresh as the morning dew.) After choosing the appropriate clothing

   Auli tries to understand what just happened. They were looking for a place where to find some info - a map of The City, some helpful officers, just about anything - when an amazing piece of graffiti had caught his interest. He'd always felt some sorta connection with all kinds of street art, and being the loud, outspoken brat that he is, he'd immediately voiced his approval of the work in question. Sadly, the Busy Talking Adults had not agreed. His sister had managed to save his hide by dragging him away, but the Adults, it seems, weren't that keen on letting them off easy and had called the police. So now, after a couple of  interesti

Ulkona sataa lunta. Minä istun koneeni äärellä Pyöritellen päässäni ajatuksia (Joita olen koonnut kuukausitolkulla)- Taiteilijan luomisen tuskaa, Riittämättömyyden tunnetta, Mahdollisia tekstinalkuja, Hetki sitten kuunneltua uutista Joka käänsi elämäni päälaelleen Jälleen kerran. Ja ulkona sataa lunta. Minulta menee kuulemma asunto alta. Miten se voi olla? Katson tyhjää, valkoista sivua Joka hohtaa koneen ruudulla. En kosketakaan näppäimiä, En vielä, Tapailen sanoja Jotka parhaiten välittäisiv&#

   Twins run through a mass of people, trying to get closer to the info-station ( C'monwe'reinahurrymoveitmoveitsorryhurryleftrightWATCHOUTsorrysorryswishjumpwatchdogspoowhat'sthatsmellwhatstinksyouhavedogcraponyourshoeOHSHI- )and there's a huge graffiti on a shopwindow. That's what all the people are looking. - Ohmygod- - Youngstersthesedays- - It'senormous- - Onashopwindownonetheless- And this town is so full of speed and hurry that even speech sounds speeded, hurried, as though trying to say everything before everyone else. Lots of words jumbled together. Lots of sounds. Actually, just one huge mass of words and useless sounds. Au

Last Friday a businessman (very busy businessman) got called to his boss’s office. Once there, he asked: - What is it now? I have calculations to make, the sales are rising, we’ve got to hurry! - Calm down. I have something important to say. - Well then, fire away! - Well then, you’re fired. That was most unexpected. - What! How can this be? - I don’t know, my friend. It just is. - It can’t be! - Yes it can. - You wouldn’t! - Yes I would. - You won’t, right? - Yes, I will. - I have an argument to make! - I am your superior. Your argument is invalid. - You can’t do that! - Yes, I can. -

   Sinä lauantaina Ana Bliss (26, poplaulaja, itseoikeutettu stara) oli siirtänyt sijaintinsa Peterin huoneeseen. Vanhempien vetoomuksen mukaisesti pikkuveli oli valitellut yksinäisyyttä ja halunnut siskonsa, joten hänen olisi piristettävä tätä. - Mutta äiti- - Tehän voisitte leikkiä pukuleikkejä! Voisit lainata uusia vaatteitasi pikku kullannuppu-veljellesi ja meikata hänet, niin kuin silloin kun olitte pieniä- - Mutta  isä! - Peter on yksinäinen, sinä piristät, se siitä. Tuomiosta ei voida vedota. - ...ja eikös Petry-pikkunen ollut

   They've been walking for miles and miles throught the world, and finally there's a city. Lots of cars, lots of people, lots of business, stress and noise. They hear sirens, and then a police car speeds past them, no warning. They maneuver themselves to the sidewalk, but even there are speeders: young cyclers with no respect of others, very busy businessmen running from one stress to another, pushing bypassers outta their way, plain kids with nothing to do except annoying and shocking people. This is not at all like that calmer city they once knew. This is a Big City. This is Mediopolis City.   Black hair. Green eyes. Bad attitude. Sh

    Something's not right with Auli. Linnea ate her breakfast in silence, totally absorbed in her thoughts about her brother's mental breakdown the day before yesterday. A dead cicada. Sis... Blood on it. I... Blood on his fist. IKILLEDMOM! Sobbing. I-I... She sighs. Today is the day. Today they'll leave this little, rural village for good. Auli better be ready for it. Beard's chucking wood. That's his job. He's an unofficial woodchucker to those villagers, who're too old or injured to do it themselves. He's chucking wood. And then, amongst the trees, he sees a frosty-blond head moving towards him. Linnea tells him the

   It has been a month. A long month since the arrival of  the twins. In this little village, where good ole ghost stories are still told, where a person's life matters more than his money. In this village...  it started.   - Sis! Auli could not understand. His sister spent more time conversing with the eldery than fooling around with him. Of course his sister loved stories about ghosts, vampires and such, of course she wanted to know about supernatural phenomenoms, and of course she was interested in history of different places and people, but heck, those kind of things could be found in books! Youth should be spent running around and

   Sun shines from the skies, warming up the air, metal, water and even ground itself. It's hot, so hot you could cook an egg on your forehead. Two young tramps are seen, silently walking at fine pace, not looking at the same sight at all. The girl, looking slightly weary from their travel, wipes off some sweat forming on her forehead, eyes never leaving the road. In those frosty gray eyes you can see determination; she's going to walk this long, long road to  that place and live to tell the tale to anyone passing by. Deep inside her soul lies that need to turn, go back home and forget everything, but she won't let that need take control: she