Friday, January 31, 2014
Rinta-Perälä carries out a favour rite
What's your favourite poem?
"I Wandered Thick as a Brick" by the ghost of Sid Vicious.
Who's your favourite porn star?
Mary Magdalene.
What's your favourite food?
Tumult weed.
What's your favourite film lab?
Gone with the Wind.
What's your favourite invention?
The gagphone.
What's your favourite thing about Finland?
We had a female president. She has a speech impediment and sounds like she has a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
What's your favourite book?
"Strengthening the reproductive muscles of Christianity" by Reverend Goodlay
What's your favourite pastime?
Copyrighting my cruelty.
What's your favourite motto?
Exterminate all rationed thoughts.
What's your favourite sex position?
The clue is in the mail.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Incarcerated Moon
sound traces back spaces after
silences dust lost escape
dreams dreaming of each other
eternally cremated in stars
smoke folds around skull passages
parting through a crack possessing lands
language describes itself as wood strips
fluttering reflection upon nothing
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Laboured love songs
"Don't Tell Her I Bought a Vibrating Tanning Bed"
"I'm Addicted to the Smell of Your Poppy on Remembrance Day"
"Stuck in a Loveless Leaf Blower"
"Ever Since Our Orangutan Committed Suicide in a Guillotine"
"Little Miss Mountain Drudge"
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Rinta-Perälä badgers himself romantically
What kind of music do you like?
Music that makes me jizz in your back pocket.
What affectionate nicknames would you use?
Sigismund of lovemaking. Pharaoh Dicklips.
Let's hear your best pick up line.
Alkaisitko korjaamaan puhelinpylväitä että saataisiin nuo housut perseestä halki.
Your sexual orientation?
Straight as Saint Anthony's jangle stick.
What kind of lover are you?
Duly blundering.
What sort of things would you say in bed?
You're the cream in my bureaucracy. Pardon my frog spawn breath. Being with you is like cleaning a fridge.
How do you keep your relationship fresh?
Shit references. You're a steaming pile of hot number.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Rinta-Perälä attempts to sing Mystery Train backwards
Do you know any last words of your relatives?
The last words of my paternal grandmother were "put your cock away, Your Sultanic Highness."
You really are a big wanker, aren't you?
I have intellectual wanks. You take a book, let's say, by Maya Angelou, open it and place it comfortably around your fur-clad freedom fighter.
What does your name even mean?
Rinta means chest or front, Perä means rear or back. Perälä is my home village. It's a real bender of a name. My first name, Tero, is the same as Terry from Terence or Terentius.
Any plans for the future?
Even juster browsing. Some riss-daddle now and then. Not too much nib gibbling.
Who will win World War III?
Fairies.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Biddings for the underground playboy
Smell like power and wash your ass for glory
Kindly bestiality is the mark of a great beast
Only eat paper when you go to church
Commemorate convenient life forms with a vengeance
Pray for better blasphemy
Friday, January 3, 2014
Technical questions
Is it vulgar to shine your boots on a vulva?
Is it reasonable to have fear of hell as part of dove training?
Is smuggling Scandinavian treats considered boring?
Is it possible to ride a bull naked and let the horns tickle your belly?
How aggressive do you have to be to choke a worm?
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