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Just went through some old papers and found these letters. They're in Dutch and I suck at translation. Hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did.Culemborg, 19 october 1984Dear mr. Bulb sr.,The school's skiing camp comittee, has recently had a meeting in which it has been decided to ask you urgently to retract your sons application for the skiing camp.After a long and hard deliberation we have come

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What you are seeking so relentlessly is nothing that comes fromoutside of you, it's something you already have.There is only you. You have only you to rely on. You have onlyyou that you can count on. And what better to work on than yourself?But you have to believe that you deserve it.People don’t necessarily get what they want. People don’tnecessarily get what they need. Instead, people get what

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I've been blogging a lot lately. Just haven't published any of it. It's not that it's not good stuff. It's great stuff. But it's the kind of stuff that makes you look really serious, put a finger to your cheeck and say: "Mmmmm, he really has a point there.", or worse: "mmmmm, I know there's a lesson in here somewhere. If only I could figure out what the fuck he is going on about."The problem is,

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So like the starship Enterprise was flying along and then this bigass cloud of toxic extrastellar crap from outer space suddenly pops out of nowhere and they fly right in it. So all the crewmembers they get covered in this really yuckey brown stinky stuff and walk around like zombies for a while. So one of them transforms in Captain Picards father and then the other one in his mother and they all

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The most common complaint people have nowadays is that they have absolutely no clue as to what they want. No clue as to what it is they are craving for. No clue as to where it is they want to go.You have the luxury in this day and culture to be able to fulfill almost all your cravings and desires. To become whatever you wish to become. Hell, you can even change your gender, there is no limit to

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To be a slave of intensityFriend, hope for the Guest while you are alive,Jump into experience while you are alive!Think……. And Think ………. And think …….. while you are aliveWhat you call “salvation” belongs to the time before death.If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,Do you thinkGhosts will do it after?The idea that the soul will join with the ecstaticJust because the body is rotten

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This is what it sez on my packet:This unique lid lock pack feels bigger in your hand. Your fingers and lips experience a thicker cigarette. He is also shorter, but contains more tobacco than a normal cigarette. This cigarette is especially made to be smoked slowly so you can enjoy it's taste longer.Marlboro Wides, for a new and longer taste-sensation.

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1I know, I know....... Her camera, HER sunglasses.... I normally don't hide my eyes. But the pictures turned out nice anyway....... My God........ smells like fish here.....

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In Indian Tantra filosophy the different attitudes one can have towards the divine are categorised and described.One way is to see the divine as a father, and yourself as his dutiful child. It works for me sometimes. And sometimes I do think of God that way, but when all is quiet inside and I gaze at the sun breaking through the clouds, it is a womans face I see.Another way is to see God as a

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After making sure that nobody was left in town, Ibrahim went towards the temple armed with an ax. Statues of all shapes and sizes were sitting there adorned with decorations. Plates of food were offered to them, but the food was untouched. "Well, why don't you eat? The food is getting cold." He said to the statues, joking; then with his ax he destroyed all the statues except one, the biggest of

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For Sammy, because she keeps bugging me to write something to her for Valentines day.In the current day, here in the West, we have the magnificent luxury of not knowing what we want. Our forefathers didn’t know where their next meal would come from. Life was a struggle for survival, and in many parts of the world it still is. It was a rarity to see a man sit down on a stone after a hard day of

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At this point, I cannot find the words to express my grief.

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Lori asked me to write something about "The sociological mind set of society concerning those who are considered to be crazy". Sounds a lot more complicated than it is. For the last decade or so I have been scratching my head wondering what the hell "crazy" is. So I guess Lori wants me to write about what I think is "crazy". Foucault wrote a book about it: "Madness and Civilization (a history of

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We're not angry.

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It has come to my attention that many a blogger still doesn't know what an RSS reader is. So you got a blog. Since you like the attention, you buy comments by commenting on other blogs. You've got some bloggers that are on par with your inabillity to write quality articles, and there's some kind of unwritten agreement between you. They will read and comment on your dribble as long as you do the

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He loved her.He might have been fifteen, maybe sixteen and she was one class above him. It wasn't because she was beautiful, or sexy or older. She was wild and he wasn't. But even that wasn't the reason why he loved her. He just did.My dad loved her. He didn't sleep with her. Or maybe he did. Somehow to him it didn't matter. I don't even know whether he kissed her but I suspect he did. He wrote

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I got a confession to make. I'm a Christian. I'm sorry. I know I should have told you before. I know I'm letting all of my friends down. I don't know what to say? Except.... I am sorry.Christianity has got a bad rep. Most people associate it with bible-touting, gun-touting right wing activists. (People like me actually. It sucks that we have such restrictive gun-control laws over here.) People

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Ever seen kids at play? It's the most wonderful thing to behold. They immerse themselves completely into their make-belief world. A kid puts on a mask and instantly acquires superpowers. Give a kid a box of matches and you've got 50 redheaded sailors in a spaceship destined for Mars. (Or one fucked-up insurance hazard if you're bringing up my illegitimate offspring.)Why did we stop playing? When

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My fondest and first memories are of my mother looking down upon me as she changed me.Sadly she wasn't the greatest cook. ....but I grew up to be a healthy babyboy anyway.It's a strange thing but my memories of highschool are a little cloudy. My first girlfriend.My first car. The college years. I fondly remember my friend the Bulbster! We had so much in common. I don't look a day over 40! I'm

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I admit it! I can't stop blogging. It's a goddamn addiction. A fetish if you will. I foolishly made the mistake of giving out my blog adress to my coworkers. Since I don't have a private life, (I'm really ugly.), all things worth blogging about seem to happen at work. That sort of limited my range of subjects to my narcissism, my love for women in general and wanking. When you work as an

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