Harri Teikka

Alan Moore Knows The Score

She fondled the steel, felt in her fingers its hardness and strength. How mighty and erect that construction rose towards the sky. She gripped the steel beam in between her thighs and felt the climax approaching. The Eiffel Tower was the best lover she ever had.

- Harri Teikka

"A little over 21 years ago I was introduced into what is laughingly referred to as civilization. This term in itself demonstrates how mankind has managed to maintain a sense of humor throughout all of history's chaos."

- Gil Scott-Heron, 1970

"A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within."

- Will Durant

"The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think."

- Horace Walpole

"Le Poète se fait voyant par un long, immense et raisonné dérèglement de tous les sens."

- Arthur Rimbaud

"The reasonable man adapts himself to the conditions that surround him. The unreasonable man adapts surrounding conditions to himself. All progress depends on the unreasonable man."

George Bernard Shaw

Vegetable Man, Where Are You?

People talk strange things in hieroglyphics. When you lie in your bed, the insects would come and stare in the corner, 3AM, bathing in the blue neonlight. Peculiar forms start to form out of the flickering strobe lights. You swear you can see human skulls on the light show screen where they have projected liquid slides with their ever-mutating, dancing Technicolor ectoplasm figures. The giant black spider goddess will rise from the night skyline, emblazoned with ancient symbols. A billion TV sets will scream white noise to the audience of empty satellite eyes worldwide. Skeletons crash out of the closets with a bony, shrieking laughter. You have missed the last train to Alphaville and the PSI-cops are after you at the station, though you can never be sure if you actually lie half-dead in hibernation tank, with electrodes pulsing sensations to your brain to keep it occupied. Visions, sensations, cut short by commercial breaks. Even your hallucinations include product placements. Kabbalistic honeycombs cascade there. What makes La Luna tick? The eye in the pyramid gives you a mischievous wink, then you're gone. It's the Day of the Dead and you hit the piñata with a plastic baseball bat; it crushes open with a disgusting cracking sound, and a swarm of moths rushes out, tempted by the sweet taste of all those sugar skulls you have devoured today... You are 33 and waiting for your crucifixion. Remember all those innocent small animals you tortured when you were a kid? Now they have returned to have their revenge on you. All those little claws and teeth scratch and gnaw your skin till you bleed, an army of frogs will pump you up with air till you explode, giant flies will tear off your limbs one by one, a cat will shoot you in the eyes with her air rifle, a dog will pour gasoline on you and set it alight. No escape from the Wasp Factory. (Ecstasy is the brother of panic.) These androgynous, sexless pop elves with their bottle-black hair and delicate figures surround you and pat you on the head. You feel embarrassed and strange in their world built of multi-coloured Lego bricks where everyone looks like a yellow smiley and says: "Have a nice day". You start to scream.

- Harri Teikka, June 2001

If You Show Me Your Reality Tunnel, I'll Show You Mine:

"i almost never refuse people but if you seriously believe in that nostradamus shit (i hope it's a joke) and this 1+1=11 and 2+2 is 22, then fuck it!! otherwise apart from that you seem to be a funny character it's a shame..."
- An answer by anonymous to a friend request by Harri Teikka
(I wonder what his own reality tunnel is like?).

"Magick does not tolerate 'belief'." - E.E. Rehmus.

"Do, or do not. There is no try." - Yoda.

"I do not believe anything." - Robert Anton Wilson.

Ergo, what we are dealing with here is a collection of diverse and often conflicting belief systems i.e. reality tunnels, but because we can't be sure if anything is real at all (or if I'm "real", either: please see below) or if it's all just a vast cosmic joke, let's just by default agree that someone is seriously pulling our legs here (though, alas, actually believing his/her own stuff) and keep our heads above the surface by surfing that chaos.

"On the road again. Mutta mike missä milloin ja cassu kumpi kumpaisen? Streetti on puhdasta purppuraa ja merituuli on piipannut talojen seinät ja katot pehmeille permanenteille. Koko torni kaupunki korkkiruuvikiharoi, sulanutsuklaastadi. Kaupunki kuin kynttilä jota Mike ei halua myydä vaan antaa itselleen joululahjaksi ja Casimirrille pinkpantterintopiksi tuon Royalin ravintolan tuolta. Sitten tulla ujeltaa tuolta ajotien kahta puolta 30 metriksi veenyyvää autoo ja Mike miettii, että saa setä tulla kunhan vai varoo ettei jää alle vai haluaako vähän maihinnoususaappaasta perään. (...) Pojat ylittävät ehdin nahoin Pohjois-Espan ja tulevat puistikkoon. Cassu vain nauraa ja nauraa. Mike vain uhoo ja uhoo mitä sylki suuhun tuo:
- Cassu hassu punanassu, huuhkahapsi happomassu. Älä nää näkätä, elämää räkätä. Nosta säkin kätes ja stendataan tää stadi elesdiilieskoihin. Tajuut sä Taika-Jimi, että me heitetään noille sokeille köpeille vähän disniländii! Puhalletaan happonapalmia puiston puihin ettei noista hevonperseenreikäkonttoreista jää kuin kipeet kekäleet. Nostetaan tää sokosgomorra taivaan tasalle ja kustaan pissanpaisumus tänne, että stockmannit ja wulffit vaan vinkuu kun ne hukkuu. Knepataan pikkurillin kynnellä lakoon koko keskusta ja hönkäistään poliisien temppelit ja pappien putkat ympäriämpäri!
(...)
Huusi ja huhuili jokaiselle vastaantulijalle olevansa ainutkertaistettu, ainiaallistettu. Hölötötteröö, hela tiden läpäläpä loputonta läppää. Saappaat täynnä venyvää ja paukkuvaa pakinaa. Totaalista sekoamista. Piripintaan täpötäynnä pöörplepirtaa monta triljoonaa. Kuinka hän oli halunnut kourakaupalla jakaa ihmisille ilmaisia trippejä. Sulasta armosta pelastaa tuttunsa taivasten nauravaan valtakuntaan, kuningasidioottien ilmaiseen iloon. Bion jälkeen tuli täydellinen niks naks. Filmi poikki ja katselija katki.
Kamera kateissa ja teatteri taivaan tuulissa; vihlaisevissa valojen valööreissä, väriräntänä aluttomien ja loputtomien ooh-elämysten mielettömässä hyrskynmyrskyssä. Lentänyt purppuraisessa psykoosissa Mike vaan only."
- Arto Merenheimo: Mike vaan only

"'Don't get jumpy,' he said calmly. 'There is nothing in this world that a warrior cannot account for. You see, a warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing for him to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he is clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything."
- Carlos Castaneda: Tales of Power, p. 32

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