Feyo was born on 26th April 2001. While many of you might think he's a cute little angel (even the parents), it is not so.

Duvelke means Little Demon: indeed, Feyo is the cutest Antichrist ever!

Thursday, November 08, 2001

Despite my attempt to conquer the world and turn all Grownups into servants by bringing satanic messages to their brains, nothing has changed today. Damn! Conclusion: Grownups don't have normal brains. Their brains are malfunctioning, or they have a very strong filtering system that withholds all vital information. In ordinary words: they're just too stupid to get the message.

Wednesday, November 07, 2001


I'm ready to bring my first speech to the masses! For those who don't own a soundcard, here's a brief explanation of what I'm saying: "Hello World! Listen very carefully! I'm here to make you my slaves! Kneel, obey, and bring me my milk within a reasonable amount of seconds or I'll fill up my diper with smelly stuff! It's time you grownups realize what your place is!"

Of course, the message is satanically encrypted to enter your subconciousness without resistance. No mental filter can block this, hehe! (satanic laughter)

To play the file, click the play button below, it's that simple. (I know Grownups are foolish enough to listen, although they're warned this will damage their tiny brains - additional satanic laughter)

Tuesday, November 06, 2001

You probably know it's a mess in our house. You know that (because of me) there's no time for household, cooking and romance. I'm the Center Of The Universe and the only real purpose of human civilisation is to give birth to me in the end. So mom and dad have a full time job offering their lives to me and giving me all the attention I need (and that's a lot).

For some reason this changes them. They start acting strange. I'm not sure whether I'm the reason of these recent changes, but the Compufreak installed a second computer at our place, and this is the one mom usually works on now. So now they both start a virtual life and one of the first things they did was... fighting. They built up a virtual character and blew eachother's head off in a computer game.

Violence in games is a hot topic these days and I don't have an opinion on this, but I do have an opinion if the people virtually killing eachother are husband and wife. I saw the blinking in their eyes: they really enjoyed the slaughter! They loved every bullet that penetrated the other! They all got excited when another bomb fragged the opponent! There even was a scene where dad killed mom, and even though she was already dead, he couldn't stop firing at her, and he continued doing this until her bodyparts were spread all over the building! I think this is sick. I think a shrink could make a living out of this.

Something else about this I don't like: dad's nickname. You see, everybody can give the virtual character a nickname, and mom is called Killerabby (dad made this one up for her, just another sample of his twisted mind), but dad called himself Cutest_Antichrist! This name is copyrighted! It's mine! Especially when you see what he looks like: there's nothing cute about that ugly guy! One would think: this is very much the opposite of dad in real life. He looks powerful, dangerous, strong minded, tough. I guess dad wants to be something he never can be. On the other hand, mom looks like mom (but then in an angry mood).

Monday, November 05, 2001

I never really noticed them before, but since a couple of weeks, they get my full attention: it seems that mom and dad (and me of course) are not the only ones living in this house. There are also two hairy funny active furry huggable beasts in here. Grownups call them cats. I don't know what they're used for (they're not for eating, they can not be held in my box, they even don't stay on the same spot if you want them to), but they spend a lot of food, and therefor: money. I figure they're pretty useless. Input: a lot. Output: zero.

I like them. They make me laugh. For now, whatever I'm doing at a certain time, if one of those hairy balls passes by, it gets my full attention. I curl my spine into an unhealthy position just to see a glimpse of them. Mom and dad are set to status Ignore. Food consumption is stopped. Breathing has slowed down to a minimum. But they're way too speedy. It's difficult to keep the focus on them.

There are some moments when they're really calm. F.e. when they need some attention from mom and dad. Since most of the attention is absorbed by me in this house, they'll do whatever they can to get the 5% attention leftover. That's when they're extra sweet, and they start spinning around mom or dad's legs. If they come too close, I can reach out and grab them with my full fist. That's when I have their attention. Especially when I lift them with my little fist. Though it looks like they don't really like that.
But hey, that's where all those long hairs were meant for right?

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