Sekalaista sälää temppelistä

Helvetti. miksi kaikkien temppelin HIENOIMPIEN messujen on pitänyt tuhoutua? miksi maailma on niin julma? Ne olivat hienoja. hienoja. Unia, visioita, keksittyjä uskontoja. mekaanikko. oi kaipaan niitä vanhoja hyviä aikoja.

Jossain välissä kun muistan ja mulla on aikaa niin yritän vielä änkeä sen vanhan kovoni kiinni tähän koneeseen ja pelastaa sieltä kaiken tekstin minkä temppelistä irti saan.. Wait for it... :). (Update joskus: nyt olen saanut ne filut turvaan, enää tarvitsee siistiä niistä binary-fileistä luettavaa HTMLää.)

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Aloitus

date: 01-09-97 (15:00) #: 37 of 141 (refer# 36)
to: BREATHTAKER
from: HUMANOID
subj: aikasurffausta groovilaudalla

-> tuli muute mieleen että uudessa peliluolassa nordic just sano jotain
-> että jos heitettäis suhteellisuusteoria vittuun ja mentäis
-> valonnopeudelta niin ei kekafslkldklögvkl joo no kuiteski lukekaa
-> itte mutta vähä sama juttu paitti eri, viittasin ny lähinnä siihe
-> että puhuttiin tejsdajoojsa vittu ::::)))))))))))))

vittu, nyt sekin sekoo. miks kaikki muut temppelin käyttäjät on alkanu seota paitsi minä? mäkin haluun mukaan!!

Eikö Yog-Soghoth haluakaan sieluani?


A poem about a feeling

date: 11-21-96 (01:19) #: 2 of 122 (refer# 1)
to: KARTOPSI
from: HUMANOID
subj: siis runot on musta siis niinku ihan AAh!

Silently I walked, through those darkened rooms,
already anticipating tomorrow, still finding my mind strangely adrift.
Tomorrow's joys and it's sorrows, what if I suddenly ceased to exist?
No dying, no slaying, just fading away. A strange feeling indeed.
Its not like I'd want to die, it was just a feeling so pure,
pure freedom, pure thought. No inhibitions, no need to stand back.
I thought about stripping naked, thought about dancing in the night.
But these felt not right, they were not right, maybe another place, another time.
So I just continued, walking down those halls, and felt it, though not for long.
It was pure and simple, but not vain, it just was, and that is what should have been.

I've had similar emotions, all through this week, could I be crazy, or just opening my mind?


Cyberpunk stoori

date: 04-22-96 (21:29) #: 117 of 122 (refer# NONE)
to: MIND LEADER
from: HUMANOID
subj: _

-> mulla oli about kaks sekkaa -
-> mä heitin ar-15n ympäri ja
-> laitoin kaks kutia ekan jan-
-> nun rinnuksiin. sit se toinen
-> olmi sai sihdattua ja hyydutti
-> mut... on niitä ollu parempia-
-> kin päiviä...
->
-> siis?

No esimerkiks sillon, kun mun inputti oli just heittäny militechin väelle hyvän konsertin ja halus vähän relaa. Me lähettiin Ripperin ja sen kamujen kaa Onkaloon vetään lärvit ja huutelee niille kusipääpukumiehille joita sinne on viime aikoina eksyny.

Meni jätkät vähän punasiks, ku me ruvettiin heittää niille pientä showta. Hypättii niiden pöydälle ja alettiin vetää siistei kuvioita siinä, vähentäen vaatteita yhen vitun makeen biisin tahissa.

Siinä vaiheessa ku me oltiin melkeen valmiit, meidät lempattiin ulos. Ikinä ei oo aamupäänsärky tuntunu makeemmalta.


Doppleganger-trilogia

The doppleganger walked out of the mirror. I just continued brushing my hair.
-I'm your exact copy. Why are you not shocked to see me?
-You are not the true doppleganger, I replied calmly.
His brows twitched, and he frowned.
-What the hell do you mean? I just walked out of the mirror.
-Sure, but you are not real. Dopplegangers are mere figures in dreams and strories. Therefore, you are not the real doppleganger.
-THE real doppleganger? So in your opinion, there still is a real one? Who then, pray tell, is the true doppleganger if not me?
-Well me of course. And no, I am not an exact copy of anyone, But I can adapt to any social situation and get along with almost all people. Is this not the true meaning of being a doppleganger?

The doppleganger looked shocked again. Him being an exact copy of me, I knew him to be studying my every word carefully. Half a minute passed in complete silense and stillness as he pondered my claim. After finally reaching a conclusion, he just calmly turned on his heels and walked back into the mirror. I started shaving my beard.

- Written while somewhat pissed off and feeling powerful by Humanoid


Doppelganger, osa 2

Three months later, the doppleganger poked his head out of the mirror once more. I was in my bathroom again, doing just about the same morning chores as the last time he had visited me.
-I see you have returned, I said
-Yes. I did some heavy thinking about the problem you posed to my existance. But I came to a conclusion, and have now returned to explain it to you.
-This I have foreseen.
-I thought you might have. Anyway, this is what I now claim to be true: First, you cannot be the true doppleganger, as there are people who cannot get along with people who usually get along with everyone. Secondly, even as I still do not claim to be THE true doppleganger, I must see myself as A doppleganger, for that is what my creators thought me to be. For as you said earlier, I am merely a fantasy character, a dream image conjured by some innocent child. And therefore I must be, what I was thought to be.
-Your words sound true to me, and I am glad you have come to the same conclusion that I have. I am sorry I could not tell you this the first time we met, but in that short moment I too had not thought the matter through so far. But please come in and now we can have breakfast and talk about this some more.

I swayed my arm towards the door, stepping out of the doppleganger's way, it stepped fully out of the mirror, and we headed for the kitchen table.


Doppelganger, viimeinen osa

date: 04-22-96 (23:49) #: 120 of 122 (refer# NONE)
to: HUMANOID
from: KARTOPSI
subj: yritän nyt sitten sitä fukken jatkoa

I felt a little worried for the doppleganger, because I could not say what his true relation to reality was. Hesitatingly, I handed him a glass of orange juice. He drank it with one gulp, and after a moment began to speak.
--"For all my thinking, I haven't found an answer to this problem: What is the meaning of my existence?"
--"As you are a being of tales, and the meaning of tales is to give us a virtual model of world, so must your meaning be to give us a picture of ourselves."
--"No, that's not it", replied the doppleganger. "I am not a human even in tales; I am the form-changer, and the nothing-by-itself, the counterpart that every form must have ... or maybe its negation? For knowing the nature of my essence, I must know my origin. And because my origin is your mind and I am you, I must have originated in my own mind."
--"Why is there then no endless continuum of dopplegangers?"
--"That's because you can never think up a real doppleganger. You have failed in it, too."
For a moment, I felt shocked. I couldn't have imagined my own thoughts could outsmart me. But then I gained my self-certainty, for my feelings told me I was right. Slowly at first, but ever more firmly, I said,
--"No, it's not me. I know this because I cannot banish you. Even though all people live in the world of what they perceive, and not the 'real' one, they cannot take control over it. You ARE a real picture of me, but of the other side. And that's why I sit here and eat breakfast with you instead of approving of that I already know everything you can teach me."
Silence became overlong. But then he took a sandwich, shrugged, took a bite and said,
--"May it be as you say. I must remind you, however, that you will never encounter real threats to your pride in your own mind. One's most important adversary is not himself, nor is it a stranger; it is his friend, because their worlds have a *partial* overlap."

And now, content with his new role, he went back to non-matter state, probably waiting for the next time of my mental disorder.


Lyhyt loppukommentti

too chilly. need body of warmth.

paidastako hätäapu?

luv'er'so.

koko teksti löytyy kirjoituksistani.


Gaengifiilari ja tuuli, yö

-nojoo, siis, mä sit tapasin sen kerran ihan stadissa, sekin oli kai vaan kävelee siel ympäriinsä. toki me ruvettiin heti sit jubaa kaikkee... sit niinku kävi vaan ilmi, et seki oli joskus fiilannu. ihan vaan huvikseen.. mut hallituksen pleissipolitiikasta se ei sentään viittiny sanoo mitään. ihan hyvä vaan. ei oo hyväks löytää liian ittensä kaltasii tyyppei. sit se rupes selittään, et se oli niinku humanoidi. no okei, toki mä fiilasin jo heti, ettei se mikään skitso ollu. oli se kyl aika erikoinen.

- ote kirjasta "Gaengifiilari ja tuuli, yö"


Pillua kansalle

date: 12-26-96 (22:49) #: 50 of 209 (refer# 48)
to: KARTOPSI&PESTILENCE&POX
from: HUMANOID
subj: pillu

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enks mä oo hyvä pakkaamaan? no okei, ehken.

jos oltais vitsikkäitä, voitais heittää, että nyt kun vittu on pienempi niin kai teidän vitutuskin on pienempi?

ja jos taas oltais oikeen pornoja, voitais alottaa keskustelu erikokoisten ruumiinonkaloiden tyydytysarvosta.

(sori jos teitä vituttaa vielä tätäkin lukiessa, mutta mulla vaan on aika hauskaa. hyvä joulu.)


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