yes it is true guess there is nothing more to do just fuck around not a god plan but then again i tried everything else i died so many times think this must be the last resort just to fuck and never feel love again FUCK
he bah mons: al dat schaamhaar, slijmerige spleetjesxantippes en alle snotterige peniskokeraanhangers: afwezige ouders, strenge meesters, soepseries & vreetpartijen a la mcdumbo & cock & cola, drugs, puisten en pukkels aan buiten- en binnenkanten, lekke banden, pretparken en dolle vakantietrips, modekleding, fashionhairdo, following the crowds & being proud of it, shit man, get yourself together, write a book, clean the rooms, learn something, paint, draw or make photographs, sing a song, write a sons, play with your ding dong: go somewhere, make something, do any- thing at all & take YOUR pick out of a million choices but don't complain too much about how sad, bad, hopelessly skinny, fat, mad this or that ... THERE MUST BE a place for 'everything' under the sun, but personally I can't reaaly understand why so many people are so bloody lonely, hurt, sick & getting worse, jojo, pingpong, dingdong, singsong, singsing: some times it seems this whole lowlandsbusinesscompany is one big gossipshit, highlow, blue blahs, boyfriendgirlfriendnignag tit for tat, pb, kb, wa minies & maxima's: ik stop want dit wordt toch nix ZO: ME complaining about your complaining & hating or appreciating this or THAT myDiReaderWriter ... + SO much more of the same & all kinds of different impressions, confessions, sessions .... maybe later ... BUT anyway: LET evrybody do THEIR THING in THEIR OWN way: that's OK?!