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| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | eh, tawo ra man sab ko day... |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | get a doctor, matador! |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | cyber ta day cleops |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | see? how u!nderstood the globality of your dreams...you thought my projects were against you? you, like the whole american capitalists would eventually send me hurting messages, just to hypocritically say: you never cared... dong, it's all painted in the air - i can smell it in europe...i can ditch america on this, but imperialism it is, or the witches may work forever, and there will be no end! - only an unconditional surrender, in the turf of your lies and stupid actions, on how to 'control' your torn self, trying to hide something you always cherished... i'm here for you; do you read me?...or do i need to act like a 'whore' and think of winnie...ahahaha r u movin' now... |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | visit them... : an old worn out man, his skin is so burnt of the unforgiving sun, his eyes show the sufferings of a lifetime on a life of ups and downs, and perhaps, of daughters who left him for a foreign man...nobody knows, maybe, his wife always sighed for more rice...nobody knows...but, the lines in his face never lies...agony to life, in part, a "tuba" or "lambanog" putting him in his eternal silence, at an 8 hour sleep at night... : the day after he'd plant his rice - you - you would pass over his fields, you knew you really never owned, for God gave it to him, just to make you marvel, and eventually gather this love inside of you, on how to help an old worn out farmer, so you decided, that, by the might in your mind, and power in those hands - you'd like to see him 'smile', and eventually laugh when he's drunk...on a "city" down the 'island café'... see him "nagsusapinday" going back to his wife? hmnnns..you made a life out of sadness, YOU! |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | ... naglakbay! from my garden to a huge God's garden...Ardennes! from a small flower called 'myosotis' to a dandelion...all over sowed at the fields of Flanders...: (you see) life: in a minuscule flower, nobodt really even wanted to marvel, i paint their details, and see...that they aren't minusculistic at all, coz in them, a cosmic art was born, and it's not an 80 thou painting, but a collection material. lesson: never stamp on small details; study them...you may never forget how beautiful your life can be... |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | On his message over Simon, who lost everything in America, for the lady in his life called LISA, Og himself knew, that, in the piles of books written for you, on a shelf you create yourself, big books: on university level, and others with deepest words and vocabulary wise, there's no use telling stories without having to 'simplify' - the use of words, and prefer it to be simple and direct from the heat, for the glow of life belongs to this alone.. the heartbit! the tone of the heart! The lesson Og wanted to give us on His - The Greatest Miracle In The World - is not about how to have a firm and competitive business, nor is it about how to be a carpet guy forever dealing with too many human problems and eventually leave your 'destiny' to satan, but 'How to have both'! I'm never wrong, I know Simon like no other... |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | in this world, there's nothing else...nothing else, but the 'salt water'! if this can't be done, everything will collapse! it's known to you, that no matter how you search for the thing called: the ultimate happiness, and build your huge buildings to shield you or every raindrops and weapons of mass destruction we ourselves create, you may never find happiness, unless you don't know how to find it. and it's not in your command, but in God's...He, who controlls time and everything is the only one who can really quinch your thirst to ultimate happiness, be it a kiss of a foregone lover, or just a new found one, by which you call : this is it! - this is the man! you would choose for a "tear" of happiness... it's true if you say: my castle is full of trees, and sands we don't have, but, my heart is full of love, that you would have to know, and eventually 'cry me a river' if you do... like Udo expressed in his songs: i will love you, not for money, baby... |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
| Message | cont. Udo!... a tear for belgians on a television 'spot' - a marvelous kind of a kind, an angel, a cosmic delight...handsome, very handsome! Blue eyes and all...blonde hair for kicks... Every move is a culture with this guy. Every tone of voice is academic, certainly with great conservatorium masterworks... this is a talent! IK MIS JE ZO...this is the song: about a boy child who lost his mother, and won a national contest with a song written by our most Amazing Lion Musician - Will Tura! Followed by Will Tura's most energizing and most cultured performance... I sang his songs together with the "locals" dressed up to their nicest casuals, arm by arm...there's nothing like this...if you go for the "feel" this is the max! ...omdat IK EEN VLAMING BEN...I went "home" -verslagen! |
| Date | 2007-07-09 |
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| Message | Like my heart, my eyes are always curious... I go for the kicks all my life long... You would "arrive" on this same casual clothe, they call, only this time with a "self made" shawl...but it's ok, it's sold on an RTW shop anyway...these hands, oh... You would walk thru every corners looking for a chair perhaps next to a friend you knew, but it were full of people, perhaps already more tyhan hundred... staring, drinking...cafe to cafe cozy as it sorrounds a HALL TOWER a la 1100 when The Muslims used to war with Europe...heads up high! this is a "kick ass tower"...small, but oh so nice! There's a collection of heads of masterpieces of very important people up this tower! I'd love to be placed here, too,someday. hehe.. No seat, I stood ... |
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