This Midsummer, I couldn't blog because of a phenomenon known in Swedish as internetskugga. That's a geographic place where there is no Internet! In this particular place, everything was exactly like in Chevy Chase's Funny Farm - a film, which, ironically, is available to watch for free on the Internet. (Extra lazy bastards can view some scenes on Google Video.)
As you do in the country, I spent most of my time thinking about what I'd do with the bodies if I became a serial killer. I came to the conclusion that I would dry them out and then create a bone church like the one in Jan Svankmajer's short film The Ossuary:
Also I would use the nails to build a ship called Nagelfar.
11 comments:
B-b-b-bad to the BOoouUUONE *ba-du-du-du-du*
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to make your unavoidable death as painful as possible?
Never forget that we found the Internet Mountain! It was a holy place indeed! I will blog about it for sure.
How could I forget about the Internet Mountain?
Maybe I could escape to Internet Mountain and avoid my unavoidable death!!
Completely impossible. The Internet Mountain does not shield criminals. The Internet Mountain reports directly to Pirate Pontén.
I wish I was already killed.
I'm not a criminal! I'm a holy man!
@Somebodyiusedtoknow
You don't have to be dead to visit the Internet Mountain, you only have to believe.
@Moocko
Your existence is a crime against God.
I came here and there is nothing new to see. I blame ALL OF YOU!
What, Tomas Norström isn't new enough for you?
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