The neighbours stalking behind the windows had made the bubble pulsate. It was best to cover the windows.

Visits to the local super market did not offer long yearned break for stalking. Stalking neighbours followed  there even though Johan had grown mustache to avoid being recognized.

When Johan was barbecuing in his back yard neighbours were stalking behind hedgerow. Situation was so bad that even the sun itself felt driven to corner and sausages tasted like ash.

Among the post came anonymous letters with pictures of Saha`s house in different times of a day. And once even a picture of Johan taking a shower! Johan knew stalkers were now from a higher level. Perhaps even from security police.

The video feed from the camera set to survey summer cottage`s north wall and old pine tree showd concearning images of neighbours doing Surya Namaskara dressed in all black right infront of the camera. Nothing could have had Johan prepared for this new attack. Not even the several data security and IP-hiding softwares.

When leaving, summer cabin outhouse had to be locked because neighbours and random berry pickers passing by had nasty habit to lurk what kind of delicious barbecue Saha`s family had enjoyed during the weekend and check out how rugged toilet paper Sahas were using.

Blood from nose and ass.

 Story of

ILMARI NOSELESS

In the mids of nose operation Ilmari pulls the tubes off from his arm and exits the operation room. Leaving his blood stained nose lying on the table.

Stunned by the accident, medical personel don`t even have time to react, when Ilmari rushes for the exit and all the way outside, with blood gushing from the open wound, wearing only patients gown.

Escaped from the hospital still bleeding Ilmari wanders to the park and hides himself inside hedgerow when night starts to enfold the park in it`s shroud and even the last little schoolchildren are starting to hurry their way home. Out of the way of the arriving darkness.

As the children stumble across Ilmari attacks from the hedgerow! Horror nails four little feet tight to the ground! OPERATION WAS YET A SUCCESS!!! On the future years when the children try to remember the events of that night of horror they would remember only  the blood and pain.

Persecution delusions of Saha`s family part 1

I`ve been walking around this market for... WHAT? Good half an hour now... I mean fuck, why does this always happen? This time it`s crushed tomatoes... AND I CAN`T FIND THEM ANYWHERE! Last time it was blue cheese, before that eggs and before that it was onions and the list just goes on. AND EVERY FUCKING TIME WHEN I GO TO THE STORE THIS HAPPENS! I can almost feel the hand of security guard grabbing my shoulder cause he wants to check my backpack on the count of my suspicious behaviour. I can feel how all the other customers stare at me. It reads in their faces how they arethinking; "hey whats wrong with this guy marching around the store back and forth. AND THEN IT FINALLY HITS ME! THEY CHANGED THE PACKAGE OF CRUSHED TOMATOES! IT`S NOT CANNED ANYMORE! When I find what I`m looking for an overwhelming relief washes over me and I start to head my way to the register.

All of a sudden right next to the candy shelf some little kid steps in front of me. Without any intensions of moving aside she just stands there looking me straight in the eyes. I feel my heart starts bounding harder and sweat is starting to drip along my fore head. And the little fucker is just standing there.

 What the fuck is this then? I can`t even turn my head away from that gaze and my heart is racing ever harder. I am SCARED! I am scared of a fucking child! And I think to myself; "get a hold of yourself it`s just a kid not a monster, just move around her." When my feet wake from their frozen state and I intend to move, girls face twists in to the expression more suitable for a gargoyle or some japanese demon. Her pink tongue comes out between her lips as she keeps making faces to me. I panic and run out of the store.

 Homage to Disney Part2

Homage to Disney

Mickey Mouse in trouble at sea. 

 

Mickey Mouse as a worm.

2012 part2

"This is all very life like."

 2012

I

After I have raped you I ask you to have coffee with me, but you just keep on crying and after awkward silence I get dressed and leave.

When I start to break, there are not enough hands pick up the pieces.

And when the world turns too scary for me, I cover my face and sit very still in the darkness of my room with my carpet and my plants until I flow out through the bottoms of my feet and get sucked into the carpet and where I shall spread all over my room, to the floor, walls and wallpapers and finally disappear.

Batman

On saturday morning Batman woke up reeking of booze from the gutter of 11th street. Not only had he lost his memory but also a part of his suit seemed to be missing.

Batman knew Gotham was in danger again after finding Jokers allready familiar calling card; a plastic prank turd.

 2011 part1

The traveling salesman of death came to my door, rang the bell and waited... But I didn`t go answer the door and death went to the neighbours.

  

Standing with wet pant-legs and without umbrella, you could see  how the sharp knives of the passing years had started to carve bitter tracks on bunnymans face. Sometimes when he met his reflection on puddles he would think about escaping from his life.

Ants had already eaten my hands. It wouldn`t take long now for them to complete the work.

Corner sun and pink umbrella. I believe we have gone real deep.

Inside this self made prison cell I wonder which side I am on.

As I was laying on my death bed, there stood two horses in the window of my room.

Besides of his fysical unpleasantness H.Moilanen also had some psychical shortcomings that we won`t dig in to here.

You say I never buy flowers for you and that`s true. But I will draw all the flowers in the world for you.

And so it happend once that in the heart of night snuck young and brave maiden into the house of the ghost, stole his heart, put it in a chest made of glass and claimed ownership to it. Ghost was so impressed of the bravery of the maiden that agreed with all of her demands and continued haunting happier than ever.

My mind is like a suicide.

(left)Every night the ghost kept awful racket at the attic. He clanked his chains, howled, slammed doors and scratched walls, but nobody was scared of him anymore. Because there had happend so, that residence downstairs was emptied after people there had grown weary to the loud noises and had moved away for a long time ago. (right) And so year after year reached the raging of this lonely one nothing but deaf ears in this empty house. And so because of it`s loud nature the house had became a nightmare of all real estate agencies, after their vain efforts to find inhabitants to move there.

AND AGAIN WITH THIS DAMN EGG COMEDY!

Some times the mole asses rised to the surface to leer newspapers.

During the night somebody had cut the face of bunnyman and spilled caustic soda to his eyes. Never had the bunny man looked more terrible.

Police had drove the old goldilocs and child molesting uncle bear back against wall.

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"Good evening from feces screen."

Jehovah`s witnesses had mutilated bunnygirl and left her with something to read.

Wind blowing through opening door moves tuft of woolly hat. Man himself doesn`t move. The radiator  hadn`t worked in weeks and nobody could say that the window that was left open would have done things any easier.

(left)Inside a tram sits a man holding violin in his hands, with fingers so thick that you would think that instrument disappeaers between them. (right) When tram stops for next station doors open and in comes small old lady -"Such a handsom boy" she says and smile fills the fat mans face.