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Imagine the most solitary place you can imagine. The most isolated, lonely location you can possibly conjure up: a claustrophobic, dirty cell; the peephole in the door forever unused; an island eternally floating in a sea of darkness, the shadows hiding everything you can, and can't, see; a quiet, wind-whipped plain where no directions exist; a desert landscape, all sound muffled by the driving winds and buffeting sands, where half-seen shapes roam the horizons.

Imagine spending an eternity there. Terrifying thought, isn't it? Mull it over for a while. An existence with no beginning and no end, alone with your mind and nothing else.

Right now, it's a scary scenario.

When you get to the afterlife, it won't just be a scenario anymore.

There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, which is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.
The case is filled with unmarked books; bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.
However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.
The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.

An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't sure of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to...and who he was.

He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him.

She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: "Now your third wish. What will it be?"

"Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I havenÂ’t had a first and second wish?"

"YouÂ’ve had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. ThatÂ’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left."

"All right," he said hesitantly, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in trying. I wish to know who I am."

"Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish..."

Imekää sitä sit, väsyneet.
Having a life is for those who need one.


(mä en ime, you do)

Rather anti-interesting nonsense rantings by me. Again. What the fuck am i doing here, ranting utter nonsense in english? Well, it must have something to do with the state of my mind, which, at the moment, is quite distorted, again. But nevertheless, i shall continue my ranting from now on, on an random and irregular basis. Why? Nobody reads this bs this far anyway, so i won't tell the answer.




Post Scriptum: To those sorry bastards who read this far: BWAHAHAHA. Sucks to be you.

Repikää siitä sitte huumoria prkl.

Kirjoita 2 ensimmäistä nimeäsi ja saat tietää millainen olet.

A: Tykkää juomisesta
B: Tykkää ihmisistä
C: On villi ja hullu
D: Hänellä on yksi parhaimmista persoonista
E: Hyvä suutelija
F: Sinua palvotaan
G: Toiset eivät määrää sinua
H: Hyvä persoona ja vielä paremman näköne
I: Rakastaa kaikkea hauskaa
J: Pitää tupakasta
K: Todella tyhmä
L: Kaikkien rakastama
M: Tekee seurustelusta hauskaa
N: Todella seksikäs
O: Paras panemaan
P: Tulee toimeen kaikkien kanssa
Q: Tekopyhä
R: Vitun hullu
S: Helposti rakastettavissa
T: Uskollinen rakkailleen
U: Tykkää rentoutua
V: ei tuomitse
W: Erittäin avara katseinen
X: Muut eivät määrää minua
Y: Yksi parhaimmista Tyttö/poika ystävistä, mitä voi olla
Z: Aina valmis