De ene planeet komt de andere planeet tegen
Planeet A komt planeet B tegen: Planeet A: Hoe is het? Ziet er niet goed uit. Planeet B: Daar zeg je wat, ik heb Homo sapiens! Planeet A: Oh joh, dat heb ik ook gehad, maak je geen zorgen, gaat vanzelf over, daar hoef je niets aan te doen.
27 Januari
Holocaust Memorial Day Waar was de Nederlandse regering?
De weg is mateloos van Armistice Day
DULCE ET DECORUM EST Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, - My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
Dirty Love
Give me Your dirty love Like you might surrender To some dragon in your dreams ...Ill ignore your cheap aroma And your little-bo-peep diploma Ill just put you in a coma With some dirty love...
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zee picknick
Hoi, voor een stadswandeling aan de hand van architectuur inclusief dichtwerken kijk dan even op mijn pp.
botervlieg
doen ze goed! vind ik dan tenminste, heb het erg naar mijn zin in het zachte land met het niet te versmaden voedsel en de tongstrelende wijnen mmmmmm! la belle vie quoi!
