linuspiknik

Once upon a time there was a path, a very narrow path which eventually ended at the doorstep of a house. That house was green as grass, and it looked as if it was made from grass. and it was infact made entirely of grass. In that house lived a little robot, that robot looked like a rabit, it looked as it was made from metal and was infact made completely out of metal. The Little robot was grey allover except for pair of big pink eyes. This robot did not digest any natural food, but fed completely on gasolin, infact so much that I guess one could claim that he was constatly drunk on gasolin... his belly button however was no button but acually a scew cap, which he used to open up and pour in his daily ration of gasolin in the hole. And when he did refuel his ears started spinning around as two propellers on his head, that actually forced him to tie himself to the floor before refuelling if he did'nt want to raise to the ceiling, so to speak.

The little RobotRabit used to spend time in the little garden laying infront of the house, through which the narrow path made it's way to the house. He used to grow red roses, he found red roses beautiful and interesting since they grey to be fine roses and would later on wither and die. Something that was out of reach for the RobotRabit since the RobotRabit was certainly not beautiful, he was infact rather uggly, and he was also never going to die. He was as he so nicely put it "cursed with life"! He was, to be more correct the inverted version of a rose. He would do anything to be the inverted version of himself if it was a he, we can however never be certain of it's sex since we have not yet come to the part of which tells about the reason of this RobotRabits excistence or it's sex! Anyway he used to grow the roses in numbers in the middle of the second half of the garden. He never grew any more than one hudred but never any fewer than ninety nine. Give or take one rose. It was very important to him to keep the roses in significant numbers. Other wise he felt that they outgrew him in their beauty and in their numbers.

He used to count the flowers loudly and tell his friends, if he had any, and he didn't. He was all alone where he was. So he talked to the ashes in his garden, there were three of them standing close to each other in one of the two left corners in the first half of the garden. If you were to come from outside his garden following the little path to the house. He loved his three ashes even though he once in a while were to talk to his birches, if he had any, which he didn't. He'd love to have one though, placed perfectly in the right corner of the second half in the first half of the garden. But sad as it was he knew no birches, which was why he used to look at the five birches standing right outside the middle third part of the first half in the second half of the garden. He used to gaze at them and imagine how lovely it would be if they could just have grown a few yards to the left, that is to say inside the fence, which by the way were at least  three yards high completed with a roof, barbed wire and electricity. I guess you could state that it would be more of a cage than just a fence! All to keep the RobotRabit inside, Or Opps! I mean to keep the five birches out of reach of the Robo.... No! Wait! Yeah! Hmmm! Eh! To Protect...Yes! thats right! in order to protect the RobotRabit from the unsolid ”unmetalified” world. I mean it was obvious why he was kept to a smaller part of the real world since the roses and the trees in their small numbers were already going to his head! Yes! That's correct! Hmmm! Where was I.....!

One day howerer a very sinister thunderstorm remanied for many days above the little garden. Raging and twisting every inch of the trees and the house. Pushing and pushing and evetually and tragically too, the house came apart. But the thunderstorm was not yet satisfied. It drenched the poor RobotRabit to it's very metal bones of his most ”metalified” body. And in the cold, very cold wet weather the little RobotRabit could'nt do other than follow the laws of physics and rost apart.


THE END


It's a pity we didn't reach the part of which tells more about the robot's personality and it's past.........

I fall for you in every dream
I drown in each and every stream
of images thats passing through my head
when I'm off sleeping in my bed

and there is so much I can not understand
about the laws of this confusing land
about the way things are and appear
but still it is to me so bloody clear

the sun is the moon, the moon is the sun
the past is to come, and the future is done
it's so weird that it all apperas so inverted
deserted has a company, and company's deserted

a wreck of a ship floats in the air
the stars are dark in the atmosphere
flowers growing upside down in the sky
hanging from clouds placed up so high

the birds are swimming in the sea
and lost in all of that, there is me
it's all so annoying it goes to my head
and then I find myself sitting in my bed

©Linus Piknik

once upon a time there was a very special boy with a very special gift. And that gift was......a secret! it was infact so secret that not even I the omniscient teller knows what it was.
one dark autumns night, you know, a bit rainy.....slimy looking kind of scary night. a full moon accompanied him on his little travel, and out in the darkness he met someone, and that very person was......a very secret person! infact that person was so secret that not even I the omniscient teller knows who that person was!......anyway the very special boys' gift was now put to a test and what that test was.......is a secret! infact it was so secret that not even I the omniscient teller knows what that test was. Infact the rest of the story is..........a secret! infact it's so secret that not even I the omniscient teller knows how it ends other than that the boy failed big time and went home...end of story!