On a rainy evening in the fall of 2004 I got a call from Hans, my best mate from secondary school.

When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade We’ve braved the belly of the beast We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace And the norms and notions of what just is Isn’t always just-ice

Ik ben hier zo relaxed

Move different if you want different - old keys never open new doors.

De analyse van gevoelens in taal is niet zo makkelijk te vertalen in een beeld vermoed ik.

Hello everyone around the world how are you doing

Wat als we nu een andere tekst schrijven. Is het een andere boom?

Trust the timing of your life

Het maïzena-complex Zeer oud zeer een grote schat en ook een diepe put Verbinden zonder zelf verbonden te worden Het schift Geschift! Te vervangen door: Roux Of ‘liaison’ Dat klinkt romiger En is alvast minder nodig.

Elliot is een drolletje

Mats is een slaapkop

I would say: hydro-feminism.

"Dus je weet alles over me?" zei de jongen. "Ja" zei de mol "En toch hou je nog van me?" zei de jongen "Daarom houden we des te meer van je"

The answer to the question about life, the universe and everything is 42

et puis, tenez, M. Marius, je crois que j’étais un peu amoureuse de vous

I don't want to sleep. I'm scared I might wake up afterwards. I'd rather stay comfortable under the warmth of the many blankets that are your arms. I don't need to sleep. I mean, of course I do physically, but I mean I don't need to sleep mentally. That's not true It's just so much safer here, isn't it? I don't know. I'm too tired to tell. I guess it's better if I just go to sleep. But I don't want to. But I do want to. Just not alone. So I say "Goodnight" to the creatures in my closet, knowing we have much in common. I say "Goodnight" to the shadows on the wall, that will live and die and live and die and live and die again. And at last I say "Goodnight" to you, void. May your embrace always be as comforting as it is now. "Goodnight" "Goodnight" "Goodnight"

Surrender was risky business, but if I wanted to be truly in this it was overwhelmingly essential.

Dikke eend drijft op het water.

Learning to love my soul.

Ik ben zo ongelukkig

Shut up and dance, bitch!!

The firm sand under his feet seemed to push back at him.

Enthousiast, energiek en levenslust zijn mijn wortels.mijn voeding zijn humor en leergierigheid. Door gulheid en vriendelijkheid wil ik het licht vinden

Bismillah, and so begins the journey of the death of the self as I know it and the rebirth of the infinite and joyous