Kattebel kattebel
Van de regen en de drup
Ik schreeuw tegen jou
Zo hard, zo hard
En nog harder, ga weg
Waarom stoot een plant zijn pol af?
Waarom spoort hij niet?
Dubbel niet meer, heeft geen zin
Voor de bloem maakt huilen
You fucking bitch!
De pol raakt verloren
Aan niemand, mijn hart
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Merde
Prince? Prince Vaillant or The Artist Fucking Kinky Arses Probably?
Not King of my Castle, that is Wandoo Project (?).
Prince, prince, she prints a document-prince/prints.
And who the heck is Shakspeer?
I am the white prince on his courage horse. Macbeth.
O, I get it, it must be the catcher in the rye. Of course. It's like the song in which master Pinleg lures the days. The days of rouge red paper, in which he can hear the ocean shine. You made it very difficult for me Dale, but none the less, I found out your meaning. Very clever, a girl dancing on the music of the 16 lights. Bright. I may have come back from the case I held my party in. Making use of our glasses of wood, drinking the fluid that comes floating from the sky. I myself have been here, it was beautifully decorated with the thoughts of the creatures that live in the grass. Proud to be a friend of their's. Makes me wonder why I bombed the earth sitting in a drop of silver rain. I like that too, you see earth a million times, but nothing is clear. Seeing many of us going down, I realise how hard earth is crying. Tears coming from it, falling on the sky. I land with both feet on the ground and sail through the laugh that is protecting our souls. I stand up and look up. It is lighter than on the sun and I wonder why. The wind. The wind just woke up and sends his men to all the directions of the universe. A billion feet are marching over the fields of death and are arriving at the end of the world. From here they whistle and disappear in the same way as they came. I sail on and hold my piece of dirt against my heart. The wings of tomorrow will ignore me now. I am lucky. Maybe next time they won't.
Taking care, Dale, is recommended by nobody but the inner.
Just a friend of yours.
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Scribble, scribble on a little paper. A paper as white as a snow cloud. A cloud so high that I just can't reach it. I want to sit on it and fall through it. Fall all the way to earth. Boom. I would like to shake hands with the sun. Reach out for its beams and grab it. Thank you sun.
Every day a new day with more wishes. I wish a lot. How would it feel to sit in a raindrop? Bombing the earth with millions of us. Can you be friends with the sun and the moon? Sit on them and watch the world go by. Look at it, it's turning and rotating. I can see it all, all from the moon. The world's just rotating like it has been asked to. It has no problems with that, it is not complaining. I like the earth for that. All the people are doing their things. I cannot really see what they are doing. I can only see water and forests. What if I push earth, so it goes faster and all the people will disappear? Earth would be left alone then. But I won't do that. It will get lonely and nobody to take care of.
I wonder what to do when I am older.
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Sometimes I can see all these feelings in front of my eyes and the only thing I need is a typewriter or a computer.
All the water in the world flows through my sky. Drops of sun fill all the gaps in my head. Why they shake my hands, I do not know. They take it lightly and make them warm. I can move things with my hands after the drops of sun have touched them. I move people. In their heads. They look at me and smile. I can look into their heads and I see nothing. It is all empty. I look again and again and still there is nothing in there. And see how they smile. If you are ignorant you don't have to worry.
I go on and see the water in the sky. It slowly falls apart and hoovers down on our planet, where she is waiting to catch them. I jump from one part of water to another one and am enjoying myself. They give way a little and I can jump really far, sometimes for kilometers. I jump on till I am out of the atmosphere. There I hang still and smile too. Everything on earth stands still, except the water mass. Slowly I move backwards. But I go faster and faster. Faster and faster. And faster and faster. I go so fast that I cannot see a thing. And still going backwards. I love it. I spread my arms, hands and legs. I turn around all the time and close my eyes until I stop. I am on the other side of our planet now. People are busy doing their stuff. They are fishing, farming, talking, waiting for the traffic lights, hanging out there laundry from the room in the little back alley on the 4th floor. I think I should stop time here. But I cannot. People continue being busy. It is sad on this side, but nothing is taking me back to the other side.
I frown.
I look up and there is the wind that took me to the other side. It looks at me and raises its hands as to say, well, what do you want me to do about it? Can you take me to the other side, my friend? I sit on his wings and he takes me to nowhere. There is nothing in nowhere. I walk around and the only things I come across are my own thoughts. They have a human body and they look similar to me, but they... I don't know, they are thoughts. I recognize patience. It is walking hand in hand with anger. I see please, I see out, I see with me. They are walking little mirrors. But every one has a different colour. My thoughts are going to nowhere? Is that why I can think so much?
