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it was not mine to plan..
yesterday was the day I got the official word: "Cyp, you graduated."
So me and my fellow-graduates went for a drink.
Ow wel.. i'll try again tonight.
Not really the best arguments imaginable...
(Let's legalize stealing so the police has more time to put into solving murders.)
.. but in this matter every argument is one to add-up to the rest. Let's write down the other 80 :D
Im quite fed-up with the football thingy right now.
Couldn't even have a decent celebration of my graduation last night.. every motherfucking bar was all motherfucking dressed in the most fucked up Pantone color known to mankind. Every bar was filled to the roof with tv's and beamer-screens...
Love it. Love the way they speak (the old-fashioned English) and the sick way one treats another in that (wich is really this) world.
Cant remember the ending in particular.. refresh my memory. (Or is the fact that he cant stand Beethoven anymore and jumps out the window the ending ?!? In that...
Nah, its not neccesarily true.. I do artschool (hate that word tho) and I see a lot of work that is trippy/wicked/twisted/freaky/unreal, but not that many of its creators are regular drug-users. I know a lot of people that just have that wickedness inside them naturaly. It's all about making...
Vreemd.. ik heb juist tijdens de hele trip nooit behoefte om te roken. De laatste keer deed ik t wel (uit gewenning..). Ik keek er van op dat ik dat wilde eigenlijk.
Ik ken t probleem nie trouwes, ik rook sigaretten :D
Maar eh.. waarom waren ze drijfnat? Zweethanden? Dan zweet je wel erg hard iig.