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Sex and drugs and rock and roll, zalig zij die het verfoeien. Nooit zal de tulp voluit bloeien, want hij gaat terug in zijn bol.…

That you think of me in Stuttgart of all places, where Stuttgärter live, work and die and that you finish off the letter with lots of love, transported in bits and bytes, reaching parts others couldn't reach, make me wonder about space and time and distance in a mathematical way and fantasise In the transport room, I'll be ready…

Marie Marie est partie Back to haar patrie De home of god Waar Bambaataa’s leger woont Break-rappers graffiti-dancers And Jazzy Jay Beatboxers scratchers and the Jam Little Vietnam and Zulu Nation Soundhip and hopwalk Lower little Italy deejay today Hungy junk and Dorisdealer The Bronx Bible and China Church Dream Team…

mijn naaste buren Marokkanen en nog één op de and're hoek ik zou ze echt niet willen missen ja, dat is nou and're koek!…

Everything is new and familiar while you're entering the room Eyes dark and skin of cinnamon in the first evening light Your lips taste like strawberries in Spring Your hands carrying the fragrance of dinner prepared in the kitchen celery, parsley and thyme There is no more than all around us and a song of Nat King Cole…

They sailed on Europe the Truly Greatest Unsinkable Ship Ever Built and this ship was so hot all icebergs melted within a range of 12 nautical miles That's all I recall, the old man said He remained silent and I knew he was lying and his eyes glazed so close at the waves the waves of time and tide…

There has to be a way someway better than this We talk about the things we need and forget about the things we miss Peace and understanding has been gone for years Instead of all that we now got hate and tears…

Was ik op and're schoei geleest, dan was ik nu gehakt geweest.…

Insane thoughts race through my mind One more malicious than the other Deceit and betrayal And red raw jealousy - Livid, lethal - Poisoning what's left Of the sense And devouring the sane There is no escape From this ravenous rage Nowhere to hide From its hideousness…

ik kus mijn Mariabeeldje en smeek haar me toch vast te houden vooral me voor te gaan door dit diep en eenzaam dal en ik zal vol vertrouwen volgen waarheen het pad ook leiden zal I kiss my Virgin statue and beg her to hold me most of all to lead me through this deep and lonely low and I will follow full of faith where'er the path may go…

Book — And one Geranium — So stationed I could catch the Mint That never ceased to fall — And just my Basket — Let me think — I'm sure — That this was all — I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew…

As thé best Ovalpresident he tweets vet cool, is rich and great, a golfing god. He’s wonderful and won from Joe, but bravely leaves the big White House. Of course that’s creepy culcook, truth is quite revers’d: as president ánd loser T-Rump is the worst!…

come in in the middle and back white and black so come and go so so nooit helemaal door het licht in de lugh gegaan ik wacht op de wereld die samen wil gaan samen bestaan o zon sterren en mano o maam o maan…

Bij het chatten vraagt 'n Amerikaan "Are you handsome, rich and thin" en zij antwoordt heel spontaan "no, I zit somewhere tussen in, but will you come and visit me I have passie ter compensatie".…

Zoals ik het Leven zie - Geloof het of niet - Zien de and'ren Het meestal niet…

trendy iron design Is na Gothic Box Queen and Hazes eindelijk mine…

luidruchtig zoemend landt de steekmug op mijn gezicht in een reflex haal ik uit game set and... bloedneus…

Ik deelde met Elisa bed and breakfast-kosten, Toen wij in dolle pret Nog door het leven hosten.…

Iedere geest danst op zijn eigen koord; Dat de een, rechtlijnig eenzaam, de and're stoort, Die kans is klein; voor botsing geen gevaar: Ze dansen naast en om en langs elkaar, Elk door zijn eigen gratie zo bekoord, Dat hij de roep van de and're artist niet hoort, Die aandacht vraagt voor zijn sierlijk gebaar.…

Like a Butterfly I fly from flower to flower searching and waiting for the one who please me the most like a butterfly I fly I like every flower but always fly away searching and waiting like a butterfly…

I pray and I pray… For those, who will say, That “war” is the way. Who will they betray? Innocent people far away, Who can only stay And wait for the day, That they come out to play: “Death without Delay”…

I jumped out of my box And reached out for your love And now I'm finally happy Living in the clouds above...…

my body and spirit are separate there for I am a living death…

As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while!…

Twee helften van een als een orchidee aardig waren zij getwee ook al had hij het gedroomd leuker was het nooit geweest ps/geinspireerd door Love and Summer van W.Trevor…

Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room - I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly - With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see…

staan hevig te dromen samen warempel echt waar hij dichtte in exsilium geroemd op zijn www waar hij woest leeft als beatpoet met saxbom celebrities and royalty deed ooit zijn confessies als master of ceremonies zij sadder wiser vlucht vol sentimenten voelt weer haar lente vraagt met een zucht give me stronger wine and madder music…

I left the shells to dwell in sea's design of waves on sand and all along the shore we went at last returning home. And then indeed he died. In rage of memory I had my way returning to the shore picking up shells, separating these forbidden treasures and hence pressing angrily each upon each.…

I left the shells to dwell in sea's design of waves on sand and all along the shore we went at last returning home. And then indeed he died. In rage of memory I had my way returning to the shore picking up shells, separating these forbidden treasures and hence pressing angrily each upon each.…

And when I cry, I cry for both of us My pain has no name And when I cry, I cry To the merciless sky and say: There must be another way.…