Why are dutch children so happy.

End of all posts ever.

Or when you’re awakenin’ in the mornig from a drunk all the night long…
Cause you’ll feel just like Johnny. You can feel the feelings of Johnny Cash through his words and music. And voice, too. I guess the voice, his voice made me feel this way. The only thing that makes me thrill is the American Quitar. Guitar.
So, back to C$ash. “I’m getting old… ”

I’ve been to Holly wood, I’ve crossed the Ocean for a Gold heart
The heart of Gold…
And I’m getting old…

Tralalalalalallalalalalal and so one. So, listen to Johnny Cash ONLY when you-re sober as a rocking roll rock country style no direction home, just like a rolling stone. Pam-Pam.
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Sober though:
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Written by Sober John
LA, California
12.august.2035
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Do try this at home!

First, lower the sound from dr house at 1/3:
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Then, play at high volume this one:
But watch only the dr house trailer.

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It seems to me, or every movie or movie-scene becomes more interesting with a Paul Leonard’s soundtrack on?

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Our soul Sun is rising every day. Like the Sun of this Galaxy.
Why worry?
Even if today it’s raining… Raining in Paradise.

Sun-the will shine again all over.

Someone like you.

I wish nothing, but the best of you, too.

I will remember…
No worries, ok.

Bitter, sweet. This love will taste like.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. Like the Sun. The Mountain of Truth is here.

Do you really wanna f$£k? Or do you wanna love?
Go ahead, daddy.

Like a river seeks for it’s Sea, the same I seek for my own special destiny…

NY, 23.09.2024
h02:31 AM.

Gmail Motion.
They’ve braught Scientists.
They’ve brought Engineers.
They’ve brought Product Managers.
They’ve brought Doctors.
But they’ve failed the presentation part…

I’ve catched you at the video presentation, with that skinny dude. What a face…
If it was for me, there would be a sexy woman, doing the exercises for the Gmail Motion thing, to print a more serious/catchy impression.

What a joke-scam.
But hey, with all your billions, you are all desperate in finding “the” most inovative technology. To be competitive. And this is giving you the opportunity to “invent” curious stuff, to be the first at it.
And you’re having fun, too.
That’s the spirit!

And, btw: I’ve pressed the login button only at the end of reading your page and posting this post, just to see how far you go with this.
And what a satisfaction I’ve had…

Thank you for bringing us one tiny, welcomed smile!
Cheers, GooGle!

And a Happy April Fools’ Day!
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Peter.
———- Just another time traveler.
AM.32Mars.2012
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Just another WNM.org game:

And yes, I do love beautiful things around me. I do admire beauty in its construction. Divine some say..
But how about the beauty of our personalities? Not our things, but our personality.
Sometimes Ithink there is no beautiful or ugly thing in this world. They just are.

Strictly to us, “humanimals” as I’ve read on a blog a long time ago, how do we see our beautiful side?
They say that lovers are seeing on each’other only the good side, and never care about the ugly side.
What a beautiful feeling that is, of falling in love… to observe only the beautiful side of… life, whynott.

Just like this fellow, who saw “that” thing, in “that” girl…
The 100% Perfect Girl.

Source:
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Img:

The 100% perfect girl.

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Carefull: this is a sad story.

Or how to find that inner/self/motivating sparkle which motivates you to follow your goals… Your dreams…
Your calling…
But it’s so godamned hard sometimes to find that tiny spark…
And some say you cannot write.
Well, show them this and rock on. ‘Cause NOTHING comes easy in life. Otherwise, how should we respect the opportunity?

Relevancy is on the way, bytheway…
Quote:

Source:

“Having ridden out the crest of the Sixties in Toronto, aside from a brief, riot-torn spell in the District of Columbia, I met a girl from Vancouver, went off to Europe with her (concentrating on countries with fascist regimes and highly favorable rates of exchange) got married, and moved to British Columbia, where I watched the hot fat of the Sixties congeal as I earned a desultory bachelor’s degree in English at UBC.

In 1977, facing first-time parenthood and an absolute lack of enthusiasm for anything like “career,” I found myself dusting off my twelve-year-old’s interest in science fiction. Simultaneously, weird noises were being heard from New York and London. I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society’s flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign. And I began, then, to write.

And have been, ever since.

Google me and you can learn that I do it all on a manual typewriter, something that hasn’t been true since 1985, but which makes such an easy hook for a lazy journalist that I expect to be reading it for the rest of my life. I only used a typewriter because that was what everyone used in 1977, and it was manual because that was what I happened to have been able to get, for free. I did avoid the Internet, but only until the advent of the Web turned it into such a magnificent opportunity to waste time that I could no longer resist. Today I probably spend as much time there as I do anywhere, although the really peculiar thing about me, demographically, is that I probably watch less than twelve hours of television in a given year, and have watched that little since age fifteen. (An individual who watches no television is still a scarcer beast than one who doesn’t have an email address.) I have no idea how that happened. It wasn’t a decision.

I do have an email address, yes, but, no, I won’t give it to you. I am one and you are many, and even if you are, say, twenty-seven in grand global total, that’s still too many. Because I need to have a life and waste time and write.

I suspect I have spent just about exactly as much time actually writing as the average person my age has spent watching television, and that, as much as anything, may be the real secret here.

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There are some writers in this World of madness who writes good content/text a.k.a Books.
But some of them are writing ten’s of books.
“How to …”, “Be the Best…” , “Therapy…”, “Secrets…” that in the End, you spend your whole life in reading the books (or ebooks, lately) of only one character/writer.
Take the example of Seth Godin. Or what’s he’s name. He started as as a “clean” marketer mentor and now he is providing mass production e-books.

Because of these example, of the true relevancy of the content/text we put out in the world, I think the new e-books shouldn’t be longer than 50 pages. Not 200, 400, 700 pages.
Just 50 pages.
Cause WE don’t have enough time these days in reading your stuff, Mr Writer.
Even if your book it’s revolutionary. Even if it may change people lives.

And anyway, because of this WordPress madness, typepad, blogger and so on, the relevant text is slowly … dissapearing.
Is the electronic text winning against the classic/Gutenberg text?
Yes, it does! And fast.

PS. One year ago: Google engine search for the word Blog: 680.000.000 results.
Now, Jan 2011, for the word “blog”: Environ 3 680 000 000 résultats (0,08 secondes) .
Next year it’ll be 11.678.767.433 results. Or more…

So, where is the relevancy?

I guess it’s out there… waiting for our eyes… and mind.

You’re still goin’ strong. You all!

Yes, the Human Brain.
It gives me troubles… I always try to get back where I belong, but I keep on going in the other direction.
But I admire the human brain for the infinite possibilities of Imaging stuff.

Now, I I-magine I’m on a path… Near a river… Walking alone… With nobody on my tail… Not my girlfriend… Not my Wife… Not my ex-wife… not my mother in law… not my kids… not my unborned kids, not my dog, not my litle cat… not my dreams…. not my music…. not my thoughts… not my Gee-o-dee… not my satellite …. not my gun… not my shoes…. not my cigars… not my hopes… not my feelings… not me…. I think I’m in another’s body…
or at least….
another’s human brain….
Where AM I GETTING, though ????ù

I don’t fffffkin care… ! !
Not a litle bit… !
I just enjoy my walking…
Walking alone.
The free ride…
And I love it….
My brain loves it, too… The chemicals are bouncing of joy. The chemistry is on. The electrones are firing through my brain… Some circuits have failed to connect… At GATE no. /7XX0023200CC. But doesn’t matter. Another gate is open at / 7XX0023200CB.
Yes, Girl. It’s all about you: I love you! My brain loves your girly brain with all it’s broken circuits…
Mine is down now… Or.. not?
I think it’s on the standby mode though, it’s not completely shut-down…
Just enough Power to enjoy the free ride. A L O N E.

This time, only.
Remember it, cause you won’t get a chance for a 2second one.
-Next time I/we won’t be alone anymore…

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Yes, there are Miracles. They were last year too. But I didn’t see them.
I didn’t see them enough. They were there. the Miracles… But I was to rich to see them…
Yes… Rich.
-Rich, as in “stupid”.
-Rich as in “non educated”. And this is what hurts the most: of not knowing
about things…
Or forgetting the important things…

And now, suddently, that I’m broke again(not poor), or poor, doesn’t matter, it’s still the same shit… I get to wonder myself: What’s the point of getting back on track, getting the riches back, and loosing the power of seeing miracles WHILE they’re happening? Better I stay how I am… and still, loosing more than winning. It’s not good to hold back. To holdem… I need to get back on track. And become the richman who understands the Miracles, as they should. Yes! that’s a good future plan! Or past…one? Or p… present one…

But thousands of people have written about this…
Who am I-Why nott me stuff starts to be boring…
Even if someone is listening, or reading…. I’ve lost the track of time…. I keep on looking in my past and the things I wanna change …
And blaming myself for not being able to go back in time, just like HG Wells did. Some people are telling me (yes, to my luck of faith, I still have friends ) not to look back, in my past, cause past is the past… But when I tell them that my past wasn’t so creepy that I wanna forget it… not completely. But still, I had some good times and this I do want to remember. !

So, in the end, doesn’t matter if it was a good past, or a bad one? Ha?
I still have to forget it….?
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Maybe…
But my dreams are the testimonies of my future past I’ll have to forget again.
Cause tommorow it’s going to be another future which I’m supposed to forget the day after, and so on.
So, I DO live in my past, right now, don’t I? .
How can I forget it, when I’m living it right now?
That’s why I may be capable of going back in my past and try to change things the way it it it it it this f. it IT was supposed to be…

Even if I don’t know how to change them (situations, actions, etc) all the time… I don’t even want to change something in the end…
Cause I’m to busy living it.
Yes… Living my past, my prersent and my future, which are all the same…
At least, I could hang on this so I don’t become completely mad…
Or maybe that’s why I’m interested in non’normal behavior of the human kind/race… cause maybe they (those non-normal people) knows how to live…

Or better: they know how to dream…how to think…

And who Am I to share my own madness with the outter world??

I should share my wisdom , not my dreams…
But where is my wisdom?
Fokk the bloody wisdom/madness then, if it doesn’t bring me 5 cents on the table…
And you know what? I prefer to phisically work my hands out for those 5 cents… than to be part of the non-touchable working class of the humanity… But those 5 cents should be mine… You cand have the rest of the 999.999.999,95 cents. You, as in : You.
-Who? Me?
-Yes! You!
- Gee… ! … Thanks!
-U’re welcome…

Thats all I ever asked. But nooooooooo….
you have to be a slav… I don’t even want to write this wordç: s-l-a-v- – - – .
Cause there is no such thing….
There is, in the material world, but in the thought world, I AM FOKKIN free!
Of course, there is the pain. There is the torture. There is humiliation. Its all part of the same. Good or bad. Hot or cold and so on. A bullet in my chest will make me bleed. And hurt. And maybe take to the death, it-self.
A car accident comes with lots of pain from the broken bones of the body and still…
thoughts are free to travel in those broken bones. …. and flesh ….
Thaughts are free…
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I once said: Gee-o-dee loves thinkers, not believers.
But let me tell you…
that sometimes,
I’m simply tired/mad about thinking .
I just want to belive, .. sometimes… in MIRACLES.
Cause this is what this post is all about:MIRACLES.
I don’t have to think or believe about: MIRACLES.
I just have to accept them.

Examples?
well…

1. The rising Sun.
2. The heart beating.
3. The sound/vibrations of moving things/thoughts. Like the sound of an MadMan… Great sound.
4. The birth of a child.
5. The rain.
6. The smile of a total stranger.
7. The…. and here the list is officially openedç:

Have a good one, cause you all are/we part of the Miracle.

And yes, you get a free hug with this post.
As in knuckle.
PPS. Here’s another MIRACLE fo ya’: Only for the love of Music…
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After decades, the city Hall has decided:

Christmas is not only for the rich people.

Christmas is fake, they say…
But the feeling of Christmas is not fake.
We need to be positive on this, cause maybe this is the last thing we still have: positive thoughts.
I know, I know… : “bla-bla-pozitive” bull-sh.tentent .
Let me make a team of positive thinkers and one with negative thinkers.

Wich team will win????

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You’ve guessed it ! : None is the winner…
Cause you know why?

Positive = Negative.
+ = -

and so on…
Simple enough: you think positive – > you are positive.
————– you think negative: – > you are negative. (just like my ex-girlfriend).

But enough with this. Think how the fokk u want. I’m tired myself of people telling me to be positive when I’m stuck in the negative team. Yes, it feels good to be in the positive team. But with strict-simple rules I do get wrong sometimes. And here comes my battle: between good AND bad. Between Positive AND Negative. Between “+” and “-”. Ans so on…. And sometimes I roll in the green team, just to get some push-ups for the \Positive Team.\
Good luck, yo’all !

So… in which team you wanna “roll” in first?
See ? … that everything depend on YOU???

You and only You.
Or me and only me.

Individuals seeeking for groups. Individual groups. Individual Cities. Individual Countries. Individual Condinents. Individual Earths. Individual Planets. Individual Galaxies. Individual… and I’m lost here…

I’ll go for a cup of coffee, down the street.

Next time.
Cause the City-Hall has decided. The Individual City-Hall…

Yes… the City Hall has decided…

PPPPPizdiS: Go find a Friend, while you’re out there, among the Galaxies…
Individuals seeking for Individuals…
Cause Positive equals Negative.
And Positive + Positive equals MORE positive.
Negative + Negative equals more Negative.
-1+(-1)= -2 . and -1+(+1)= 0 . ! Nothin’… Nothin’ at all.

But remember: HOPE is always a +.
A Big +Plus. Fokk the rest.
The non/believers/thinkers.

Cheersz. ….