Current mood: blank
Fine Flying Finn went up the stairs to his mamas bedroom,
scorning for some cash, like he always did when he was desperate
for some action to wake his spirit up to the fine use of anything really..
Great thunder!!
Ejaculation through strangulations he heard of, never tried it though
If mama didnt pay,
He gotta find something else to hose his breath of life up..
-Oi. Little boy, dont breath on me,
Ill cover you with phlegm, snot and other gruesome stuff from my gut...
Leave me to my business, and you get on with you life,
Its time to cut the navel cord at some point...
Fine Flying Finn bowed his head in disappointment and left the house
with the door wide open.
´Hope shell get damaged in some way,
the worm, always happy to leave great remarks
and an advice with no regrets, in the back of his head wheezed
Out in town, looking at all the pretty manky girls strutting about,
nothing else to do, he wasnt really all about girls anyway,
theyre just not so fun, mainstream thinking,
nurturing only whats in front of there made up eyes,
pouting and being quite pointless
He turned his stomach upside down for a laugh before he left the town centre.
´Easy mate, piss off governor!!
All true friends stay an inch away in case misery crawled through the pores,
it could be contagious..
All the mats on the floor in his brothers neighbours flat had fleas on them apparently, since the neighbours dog was a gutter rat, always good to know,
but news like that always runs out of time before you could do
anything about it.
He eased down the road back nodding at all people thinking they where
nothing but little working ants, always staying on the ground floor,
He was above all that boringness, he was different, always knew that.
Just needed a little thing, just a pinkie fingers touch of a shot, hed show them all
Success is the best revenge
Signing posters of Fine Flying Finns excellent services
Doing nothing else but being him, pure steady, ready, go, excellence
All in full honesty, nothing else would do really...
he wouldnt mind treating people to some real honesty
Hed be like the modern world Messiah and in the next two thousands year;
Jesus would be real old news
And sacred babies would be named after him
Fine Flying Finn
Once in school he got named Fun Flu Flid, when he blew his nose in his hand and threw it on the floor in the school cafeteria and stepped in it and fell
He didnt enjoyed that name, it didnt stay for that long though,
he beat the shit out the clever guy who came up with it,
Even though it was his mates little brother Starry Scary Steve,
who moved away five years ago
cause he shat himself when he heard Fine Flying Finns voice scrawling into the café after hed beating him up again, still after ten years.
He kind of missed having an actual reason for beating someone up,
after
Starry Scary Steve left all the getting-someone-quick-and-hard business felt a bit empty.
Maybe he was turning to a Messiah after all?
He might be broadcasted worldwide speaking his honest words into peoples homes, bars and hotel rooms
Hed be so fucking wise and know all this stuff,
everyone wouldnt believe theyre ears, theyd had to open theyre mouths wide-open,
drooling and look at each other with actual question marks in theyre stupid eyes
And all the pharmacies would be happy cause the had to sell loads of cotton buds, and the cotton slaves would be rich and earn more money, cause theyre the only ones who really know how to pick cotton,
They would get their revenge
Success, Slave-success finally
After all the people had cleaned theyre ears,
they listen again and understand
And everyone would understand how to really think,
No wars
No fucking bullshit
Just cool things. His way
Yeah...
Hed be like fucking Superman, unbeatable,
he might even try to catch some diseases and get away with it
Fine Flying Finn went funny and out of his head and never returned to town.
Starry Scary Steve did though,
returned to town but just for a week only to scorn his mama for some cash.
She kept his navel cord in a box by her night table.
9 years ago
