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[06 Jan 2011|10:24pm]
[ mood | catsdeath´s death bread ]

No one has ever asked me about reason yet. I can´t explain why the melted sugar on my desktop is still floating around the my documents sign. Can anyone please answer me simple questions?




If I am one of THEM then WHY are ALL of THOSE so retired and demented? 



Since I have lived in various underground spots unlike Florida of Memphis I know things that I can´t see clearly. Recently I put glasses on and things did not become clear. We are all I guesses and I have difficulties finding a way to mourn over Catbread´s death. It´s been ages and he still will not rot. He is immortal yet he has got no tongue left because I had a binge again. 






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yuo CANNOT! [29 Dec 2007|04:22am]
[ mood | SAINT ccountryman!!! ]

The quesions about fish are too difficult to answer.

It might be the sea.

For now I have a task to fulfill and it will not be my llama last one for i am the saviour of souls in mean times when no other gods arrive.



Good lords and worse ones, it is not so simple.






My cats have been stolen, my heart I gave away too and now I know nothing less no maybe nothning more but ovens oven ooven ooooveeen but where is the architect and where are the captains of my kurk fucking creative i am yet there's everlasting lamlendness AND LOVE so ther ii (a,m) maybe

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UNITS OF LENGHTS-UNITS OF WEIGHT-UNITS OF CAPACITY [03 Aug 2007|06:51pm]
[ mood | christmak ]

Some lefthanded crook has stolen my purple octopus. For that I will pipi on thy sigil.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
ISTHERE?
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Whenever I leave my clip from pepper my walls start to bleed. No one ever saw the results of everscrambling eggs wandering in unknown places. The times I share together with Catbread and Kittyloaf are wonderful. Last night CB found an anonymous letter in the gutter. It said:

GROODBYE BROODROOSTER
BREED THY BREADS ABROAD
BREAK THY BROTHER'S NECK
BREZI THY GROOTMOEDER
BUCK UNDER YOUR BUCKLE
BAKE UNDER YOUR BOVEN
BALL THY BROWL BILLYBOY
BE AS CATBREAD AS YOU CAN

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
We were in shock. How did they found out about our secret plans?
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
ISTHERE?
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Possibilities are not to be mentioned. Whoever made my risings slow are downed to put in cavity.

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Juggling with yoghurt. [24 Mar 2006|02:36am]
[ mood | finding a target ]


Seems this little fella knows the cheeses well. I wonder what happens when he finds out i ate his algebra.

I wrote a loveletter to a dear friend and he found his way in pigeon heaven. May we rest together there with brainwashed buckle pluckers.


This runs deep.

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Once our twice you've killed three ducks. [20 Feb 2006|04:21pm]
[ mood | Blue Curtainish ]

Some of three lost head in battle I heard via messenger in text. I am sad to hear they were my friends. I will mourn all day 24th for shooting horses have reached maximum algebra. Should listen to nonsense more for extra publicity and greater foreign dozens. Maybe you should fill your feet with dust in the early morning when the clouds have disappeared in black holes. This requires certain strengths and several violent approaches.

Can make no expectations.



Proud man lives in utter gutter pleasing his purchases made in weekends after death and glory.

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Ich will raus. [08 Feb 2006|01:30am]
[ mood | greek and male ]

Sometimes I cannot remember what happens after making sure lots of bottles are empty and dry. Clocks tell me I should try harder and ropes might ask me for my neck but I will resist. There is one spiritual task yet to complete. Three ducks are calling me in my sleep talking about Lilli Berlin, breadlike objects and Eurovision Songcontests. What could this possibly mean?



Time has come to show your respects to the man without limbs. The panic in his breaking parts are overwhelming yet they seem to please the middleaged men from Birmingham. No words can describe this meaningless end of journeys. In fact, pink cardigan wearing poldersluts have beat me in this contest.


You will eventually be dismembered by a thousand bugs in open field. No escape but me.



I like people with motors instead of guts. Makes me wish for more than christmaspresents wrapped in outdated papers from the fucking Achterhoek.
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dear lords in heaven and further [06 Feb 2006|02:12am]
[ mood | gnorkling ]

I <3 U

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deep soup [03 Jan 2006|01:30am]
[ mood | this puppet's name is kor ]

[brainmesh] du bist überhaupt kein mädchen

Why is this awful truth reflected on the size of bras? I cannot help but wondering why special aspects in brains must have died several weeks ago. This makes happiness easily abused by certain members of same and other sexes.

The bread is in the oven crying for help. Must open it now and then. Soon Catbread will start talking again and I hope he will take a bath too.


Raped by the senses of buttery objects. How awful must it be to carry this fact whole lives and afterwards. My dark enchanting will bloom your groceries in continuous moments of utter purchase.

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[01 Jan 2006|11:16pm]


I have no interest in this situation.
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i shall kick your bitchy little ass (thankz screaming weazl for quotings been done) [29 Dec 2005|01:53am]
[ mood | get in the ring motherfucker ]

Lords of utter hate have informed me and now there is time for me and you to think about what to do. Your brains will be eaten by a thousand insects and the twinkling sounds of wounds made my axes will vanish your existence into one tiny bit of gore gutted pleasure. Your breathing will be stopped minutes after surgery so no extreme lengths of time shall pass until death do us part.


The grey elephant has served and his life has been given to us. You must wake and see the difference between the man and the big animal hanging and giving birthday bashes in the upper tree down the road and up my spine. This will be recorded into astral providings.

Some wardrobes have been set to fire and several others have been kept to one piece and will stay put. As I told before, I am the hunted priest of Alcabara Capaso and maybe more stories will be revealed after things that need to happen first. This was not true. There must be playful bits too in postings that give me access to your brains. Sometimes it is simply astonishing what they think. Might eat them to death too. Hungry piece of Tacoman shit I am certainly.

I read a poem today too. Catbread cried, it's an emotional animal. His tail was soaking wet.


He should not have watched this many soap operas.

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gaming for deluxe graveyard sluts [20 Dec 2005|04:54pm]
[ mood | swing like a rusty gate ]

Please guess Livejournalfriends and share other loving features for ♥Christmasfeelings♥ in my tummy.



















If you don't guess your own drawing correctly I will have to set your wardrobe on fire. That includes skimmers, jail-bird.

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[15 Dec 2005|02:36pm]
[ mood | former tags ]

Macedonian clouds go by and tell unknown stories to wandering passengers. I served tea and they went blind for what I did.


Smiles upon faces.

Now it's all said and done I would like to tell you something about Catbread. It appears he has lost his left wooden shoe in the middle of the desert. Do I have Livejournalfriends from the City of Groom? I sure hope so. Poor Catbread can't walk without limbs forever.

I shall now part from you, but sooner I will be back. For VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE to you know who. I do not want to pray any rosaries any longer.


Maybe this one will get me lucky and punk2n will move back into my uturus.

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[11 Nov 2005|02:25pm]
[ mood | zalmful ]

Part of me is still swimming with dolphins in bigger oceans. The blue infinity creates other scales than big buildings made of stone and tumbleweed.

I see my son turning homewards to the woods. Gar must be a fishie.

The bushes are turning against him.


Someone deflowered my Catbread. I'm in tears. Innocence no longer has gratitude for former saviours of worlds.

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more priority cooking [30 Oct 2005|03:25pm]
[ mood | floating in marbles ]

Recipe for goth_cuisine. Will not be put through corridors so must be posted in personal journal.


Ingredients:

pure water
green clutches bought at superstore 2000
little pink mushrooms from teh woodz of misery island
giant bulbs
green and white pills ask the docter of choice
powerplants precious powerplants
all winter objects found in garden

Please put on your oven. Throw in little pink mushrooms from teh woodz of misery island. Wait three minutes on a comfortable chair. Eat the pills and think of Albanian loverboys with white substances on trousers. Giant bulbs need to get in oven right now. Ask mother to stand by dangerous species. Powerplants must be put on top and all winter object found in garden must be put on desk. Watch the desk carefully. Green clutches an d pure water will be desert. Eat your delicious food. You will be in extremely bad shape afterwards.

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lovehandles and broccoli is little trees [30 Oct 2005|02:36am]
[ mood | no other partner ]

No funky catlike objects were destroyed while making progress in singing skills. Other nice smells are in weird areas.


I will do harm.


Christ knows where I have been. Tacoma is a nice place if you need burgers or other brainfood/bargains. The diapers I bought for Catbread are great. They smell like bunnylike species.

I will make Dutch post for friends from Delft/Gouda grachtarea.

Negers in paasweiland voor de brandhoop april voor goede vrijdag naar kapselintroductie met beetje bruin suiker.

I have a new husband. His name is iiinsect. He does not kill humans for a living. I make him rice and he will handle computer and mushrooms.

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[10 May 2005|07:36pm]
Please forgive me __last_serenade I was cracking my butt, so I forgot about your birthday party.

Here's a little present for you. You can pick it up in Delft anytime!



Need to butter my pants now, bye kids.

WAIT WAIT WAIT NOT BEFORE I TOLD INTERESTING STORIES. MET A POLICEMAN ON THE PRECIOUS INTERNETS.
Pedophiles keep threatening ugly innocent people. Why? What have we done wrong? I am not Welsch.

On the other hand, I eat a lot of cheesy objects like this:


My belly is now a giant bulb.
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[25 Apr 2005|04:33pm]
I found out someone on teh internets hates me :'(

This makes me so sad!!!!! WHY CAN'T WE ALL GET ALONG????



This pretty picture makes me happy :)
I should look at it more often.


BTW I LEARNED SOME NEW DUTCH WORDS!!! NEXT MONTH I'M MOVING BACK TO DELFT (gracht area)!!!


This is Delft (hut area), everything is blue in Delft. Blue is my favourite colour!

Catbread says hi, and I say bye :D :D

oh dutch words:

mankementen voor negers zijn vliegen want ziektekiemen

don't know what it means but it sounds great :)
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[09 Mar 2005|08:18pm]
[ mood | mourning ]


I love spending time with my family.



We went to the furrie disco last night. It was sooooo much fun! This is my little sister.


This is my new husband. He had to mach some pipi.


Oooopsie, Stephanie put something in my mother's drink!





Btw Catbread's grandma died last week. This is for you, little buddy! We will always remember you!!! :'(

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[27 Jan 2005|07:26pm]
[ mood | prauw ]

Last night I fell in love with vage_ina


I played cardgames with Catbread, it was soooo much fun! Dutch people know how to cook too.
This is what elfje34 made me:


BTW Catbread suffers from insomnia :'( It's so sad. It's all taelia's fault.

I won a new chair and I'm going to a new club here in Tacoma this afternoon, don't know what to expect but it could be fun.
These people smell like my toilet on wednesdays.

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[07 Jan 2005|11:37pm]
Being mellow is jewish. Some guy told me so, I'm not sure he's sane. His name is teknoir and he collects penisbutters. I want to meet him but he lives far far away.


Let's play golf someday, it would crack me up. My dog says he likes you and he played a little game:


GO HAVE SOME FUN WITH MY NEW DOG HOW DO YOU LIKE MY NEW DOG HE'S GOT MALARIA CUDDLE HIM NOW OR HE'LL DIE




my mother sent me cirrhosis again! how i love that little twat yeah you heard me! !! !!! !!!


IK BEN VET GAAF JOH

My father says I'm going through puberty again. I hope he's right 'cause orgasms are better when you're a youngster.
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