Het moment. De metro, huilende kroost, metrostart met turbo boost. Vallend, kruipend, op weg naar de bestemming. Eerste halte. Een massa volk drukt zich door de nauw geworden opening. Hiertussen weer zo'n vrouwelijk schepsel. Niet te mager, niet te zwaar, geen babyface, geen schminkmasker, puur natuur, maar vooral - en vergeef me deze lichtjes gefrustreerde... Lees verder →
Our lovely teacher, Mr. Colbert, is kind enough to draw the inner networks of computers on the blackboard and wipe it with the same dirty wet sponge every time. Because of that sponge, everything is very fluid, than he immediately writes over it so he doesn't waste time and as a result, the chalk becomes... Lees verder →
I feel empty in an absurd world that cannot satisfy me. Then I move to other dimensions. This already works when I concentrate on the touch between my body and the matter around me, and it is as if I become a part of it, it merges with me. A symbiosis between the thing in... Lees verder →
Symbiose. Ik voel me leeg in een absurde wereld die me niet bevredigen kan. Dan verplaats ik me naar andere dimensies. Dat lukt al wanneer ik me concentreer op de aanraking tussen mijn lichaam en de materie rond me en is het alsof ik een deel ervan word en het met me versmelt. Een symbiose... Lees verder →
I’m, I’m, stuck in a fast food world in a fast food war with fast food woman I'm a fast food man with easy romantics I'm, I'm a fast food junkie who writes fast food stories little meaningless poems of my mind whizzing around like little flies on spoiled food I am, I am a... Lees verder →
When your head is a mush of wet cement about to become concrete with steel pin shot between spines floating above a falling lump of kryptonite your eyes become too slow to close them, again you feel lost in a broken time. You crow your way into darkness 10 000 miles above Zen crashing at... Lees verder →
Surely every year on whatever for school you apply, there is always one of those completely useless courses taught by a fossil. Now this one is clad in a dirty green" colbert", too small "plastron" and brown too-high-fitting slacks. I originally looked forward to this course impressively titled "Computer Science with Introduction to New Communication... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 