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(no subject) [Jul. 13th, 2006|11:20 pm]
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DUS:
Mischien ga ik naar east-tek morgen
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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2006|12:22 pm]
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BOOOOOOOOMMMMM [Jun. 29th, 2006|01:36 am]
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Yeah! De kaarten zjin binnen, dus dat betekend dat ik zeker weten naar Boom ga dit jaar! Heftig! Heb er nu al zin in!
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midzomernacht [Jun. 25th, 2006|08:01 pm]
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(no subject) [May. 31st, 2006|11:28 pm]
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Ik ben op zoek naar de volgende boeken:

The best of Isaac Asimov
Joseph Conrad - Heart of darkness
John Gardner - Grendel
Philip K. Dick - Five great novels
William Gibson - Neuromancer
Hugo Raes - Reizigers in anti-tijd

Want ik heb plotsklaps een onstuitbare drang om boeken te verslinden..
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2006|02:54 pm]
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The lovely loving loved
love of love's lovely
love-perceptions
Is the lovely love that lovingly
loves the loved lovely love
in every one of love's
lovely loving
love-directions.

Sven. 2006
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35de Rotterdam Film Festival [Jan. 24th, 2006|10:46 pm]
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Dit jaar zal ik als vrijwilliger op het filmfestival rondlopen en zal ik een stuk of 30 films gaan aanschouwen. Mijn goede voornemen is om van al deze films een klein verslag te schrijven en dat hier te posten. Ik heb vandaag eens gekeken welke films ik wil gaan zien en dat zijn geworden:

Donderdag
- Seven Invisible men
- Play

Vrijdag
- Writing on Earth
- Alex
- Takeshis'

Zaterdag
- Opal dream
- Stoned
- The three burial of Melquidas Estrada
- Master of horror: Homecoming

Zondag
- The great Yokai war
- Lunacy
- Princess Raccoon

Maandag
- Reefer Madness
- Every other week

Dinsdag
- 13 (tzameti)
- Death rode out of persia

Woensdag
- Yaji and Kita - The midnight pilgrims
- Song of songs

Donderdag
- The death of mister Lazarescu
- Gie
- The forsaken land

Vrijdag
- Clear People
- Willem Eggleston in the real world

Zaterdag
- NEXT: A primer on Urban painting
- Analife
- Land of the blind
- Dein herz in meinen hirn

Op de twee grote namen na, Tideland en Batalla en el cielo zijn dit alle films die ik wou zien.
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Oud en nieuw [Jan. 2nd, 2006|06:41 pm]
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Zeer geslaagd feest, veel mensen en goede sfeer! Voor meer foto's zie 070.freetekno.nl
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Doing seriously evil shit [Dec. 25th, 2005|05:40 pm]
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singing about blood raining from the sky, it was never a dream i had the vision even when the sun was burning so hot birds were dropping dead from the sky! Women lying naked as i was slicing open the throat of their boyfriends, who were now screaming for the mercy of some god i never met. The smell of blood, water and cheap parfum always gets me on.. it turns my lust for blood in a lust for sex and blood. Not sleeping for three days companions tend to rise from the shadows telling me where to find my next treasure. Sweet throbbing veins, lusty looking ladies with hottpants. Making me scream for more. Damn these women, with their perfect looking bodies making the sky turn red and the streets black, they are the devil in all his forms. I have to drive them out. I have to start with their dominions. Weak men of flesh, stupid boyfriends, now they are dogs of satan. I can see, satan does affect me as much as they are affected. but i see. i tend to kill him after sex, he likes sex, and i like sex, with satan. Merciless screaming of the so called innocent, society comes to the rescue with police, justicia and the law. Fuck the law, i say fuck the law. It is used as a sceme to hide the truth from the public so the won’t know satan is living among them. the snake who got us humans expelled from eden now returns as eve to kill adam.
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Permanently Chasing The Wrong Questions. Part I [Nov. 21st, 2005|07:02 pm]
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Wandering in icey, darkish dreams
he thought:
'It's not my fault: this
achin', cravin', coldish
heart
It's in the open
plain to see
So the question to be asked
must be:
Does she still...
still
love me?'

SvK05part1
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