A gnome lives inside my head. Usually it just sits there, but sometimes when it gets drunk I can hear it singing some incomprehensible tune.
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A gnome lives inside my head. Usually it just sits there, but sometimes when it gets drunk I can hear it singing some incomprehensible tune.
I have no idea what my mind looks like as I seem to have lost it. I think it happened sometime when I started visiting this forum.
Dunno. It probably looks like fried eggs and ketchup. I'm too busy thinking about important things to worry what it looks like in there. I mostly think about naked ladies and beer. Exept on Tuesdays when I think about a small cake. I usually watch Teletubbies to keep my mind active, and then I fall to sleep where I have dreams about a man with four asses and a wooded leg like a pirate. He's also eating cake.
Inside my head lives a girl. She has no name, and she has no eyes. When she turns her head to you, you see nothing. She is a void. She feasts on useless information and expels thoughts from her body. These thoughts are inane, and often times horrific. She complains that she has no eyes, yet she can see everything. She can hear everything. Gossip is her favourite meal. She feeds on it like it were a succulent steak. She lets the blood of these ravaged expresions drip from her mouth as she chews slowly and thoughtfully.
She yearns to play music while she listens to tunes that make no sense, with terrible lyrics. "Slash dot slash dot slash dot com" she says over and over and over again in her sleep.
When she awakes, she hungers not for gossip or useless information, but for art. She trembles at the sight of a naked, snivelling human being..photographed in a cold studio. She laughs quite often at the most macabre things. She does not find life joyful or abhorrant. She thinks only of sex and lies and the meaning of humanity. She says humans are weak and greedy, and she likes to watch themkill eachother. She says it's their nature.
She is right.
That is what is in my mind.
Schutzstaffel... you should see a doctor about that. No... you should see a fucking exorcist.
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