Stories From The Head

Losing The Trepp Laktose was dead, and he knew it! He didn’t consider it to be his fault that Tisse, the giant midget known to human beings as Tise, had lost his tiny, tiny trepp, which was, after all, not so tiny anymore. This was the main reason for the conflict between Laktose and Tisse...sorry...Tise: Laktose felt a strange urge to point to the fact that Tise’s trepp during the last years had grown large. (Huge, as a matter of fact.) This, of course, when Tise was present. Tise tended to live in his own little world, pretending his little trepp (the HUGE trepp) was still cute, tiny and adorable. Tise felt great: He had virtually NO problems in his life. The weather was lousy, but he had his little trepp. He had to cut off his arms to fit in the car, but he had his little trepp. He had never made love, but his trepp was there to support him. Shortly, his little trepp would make all problems transparent to Tise, UNTIL THE DAY LAKTOSE REVEALED IT ALL... Now Tise realised what a great heap of problems was in front of him, and this made him long to kill Laktose. Laktose ran and ran of all his power, but he 54 tahma that Tise soon would catch up with him. Suddenly, he had a great idea: He came to think of the fact that he was dead. He sat down and had a rest. "Pooh, Pooh". (Tise’s health condition was lousy, and when worn out, he often called for his mother "Pooh"). Laktose didn’t feel a thing when Tise broke his neck like it was a rotten branch...At least he thought so...

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