Paul needs to lay of the coca cola a little bit. That’s what i have to say about it.
woke up to the alarm clock on my phone that was strangely enough set to 9:11 am.
a healthy dose of rum and beer and the awkward 911 with the word alarm underneath makes for a rude awakening.
fortunately there’s sun and the strawberries on the terrace get bigger and redder everyday.
and a minute ago i searched for poison dart on my hard drive only to stumble upon this beautiful random conversation between me and mathieu:
someday
son
soon
i mean
ahah
ok dad
think so too
do some serious drinking besides the coffee
3:42 PMwater
is what i do
best
with a splash of bourbon
very good!
3:43 PMhas your grilfriend forgiven us for takin you hostage
for a week
bourbon and rum are my poison
yep, she was most weirded out by the beard
still smokin ur pipe?
that malcom grew?
malcolm
yep it s here
3:44 PMgood to get the stress out
keep m smoking!
ssssshhht: top secret

3:45 PMDirect Instant Message session started

filled under a for awesome
what s it for?
the debitel ad?
hahah, i cant tell you
or the new lost season
but its pretty bad dont you think?
3:46 PMwell
i don t judge too quickly
prison break season 4,
is it moving?
lost
alone on alcatraz
my interest
never watched it
its moving yes

Today’s missed photo opp; an old dude in a wheelchair, him sporting a pair of mega headphones and the chair sporting a wheelie bar.to use the word awesome agin would not do it justice but i cant come up with something better; awesome. So i plunged into return to the blue lagoon, very un awesome. motherfuck, that was bad. alltho mila jovovich is adorable to watch, the whole film stinks of rating censorship, no budget semi suspense and a tale so loosely based on the original book that my tropical dreams were shattered for at least a good day or 3. i tried captain morgan’s elixer, but it was difficult. shame on them. Occipital Lobe. Last night went to a drink, my friends weren’t around so i go home early, not a bad thing, just very unexpected. I noticed that i struggle with normal conversation sometimes, it’s just weird to me. More weird than trying to explain wat’s so cool about some things. More weird than pointing at stuff and then at some other stuff and say: see? that makes sense, right? To a lot of them it doesnt tho and that makes life so extremely difficult sometimes, not warzone, refugee camp, famine, earthquake difficult, but the simpler kind of difficult. when i typed the word fuck, the system gave me two proposals for words: duck and rich. Now that’s riching sad.

So after 25 years and immediately feeling like an absolute pervert for watching the blue lagoon and loving it, i cant help but preparing to dive straight into : return to the blue lagoon.
and already knowing that this version will be more appropriate for our times, i cant help to wonder how that all went down. if im correct they started covering up cleavage in comics in the 40’s, as some kick start for the suffocating practice they called the postwar 50’s. then in the 60’s shit broke in half and the world was confused, dividing us into clothed and naked. the 70’s allowed us to finally all give in to the curious beast we had been pretending non existent for about 100 years and then from there on in we have gradually gotten to the point where networks spend 50k a week to post out too obvious nipples in (for a reason) tight blouses of power women and blurring out butt cracks showing out of low hanging jeans.
That said, i’m very happy that the younger generation does not seem to be bothered by it, that generation that seemed to have so far massively chosen to (if they could) vote for the PVV.
another one of those great parties that prove the incompetence of adults anyway, so maybe it’s all for the better.
Let’s all hide everything, vote retard and not give a fuck. That should put a damper on terrorism. be warned tho, that while writing i’m listening to the cramps and simon and garfunkel. A musical toy with dying batteries next to me. So in many ways, life doesnt get much better than this.