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Can a heart still break, when it stopped beating?

Under different circumstances this might have worked. I mean, you're dead. You're brain has left you a couple of decades ago. You need the drugs and the drugs need you. How fowl. How indecent for someone who thinks so common. Way too common for my beliefs. Overrated and overblown, by white powder and petty grief. Can the living marry the dead? I don't think so. Once the mind is undone, all that rests is beauty without fun. I seek for union until death do us part, not for puppets to pretend life is hard. And if I struggle to cope, at least I believe next to fear there is hope. I'm never again wasting the cake, on any mind so numb and fake. For I am determined and always on track, always look forward and never look back. It's time for a change that will make a difference to last,disregarding the past and starting from scratch. Find you're own ends and other to match.


An ode to The Corpse's Bride and to those drug induced individuals...otherly known as girlfriends.

Shake this

"To bed or not to bed?"

On driving drunk...

Some saw a wall, I saw a passage.

On becoming 30...

Some saw a wall, I saw a passage.

My life in a nutshell

Trotsky says determining factors in character are education and environment.

My parents: Try reality, Yanick!
Yanick: No, thanks.

Voila.

en verder...

Hoe zou het gesteld zijn met...Black Sabbath?

laajt

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

barf

I'm the teflon kid. Dozens of chicks, nothing sticks.

We willen allemaal Obi Wan Kenobi zijn maar we zijn ook allemaal een beetje Darth Vader he. Het een bestaat niet zonder het andere. You can run but you can't hide he. Face the darkness first. Stare into the darkness. But as they say, if you look too deep into the abyss, the abyss looks into you.
Misschien dromen mensjes niet genoeg? Omarm die verre grens. Want onze dodelijke reis is veel te snel voorbij.
Waarom proberen we eigenlijk mensen te veranderen? Op het einde gaan we allemaal over in een pot nat, als waterverfjes in de regen.
Nog zoiets, regen. Normaal krijg ik een onbehaaglijk gevoel van weemoed bij regen. Zou ik het liefst in een hoekje in de tuin het cederhout willen ruiken. Maar nu niet, nu werd ik gewoon nat.
Ik zie de gouden schijn van Apollo's strijdwagen in de verte, de zomer komt eraan.
Ik spreek tegen niemand meer. En zij hopelijk niet tegen mij.