Saturday, October 24, 2015


I used to be able to write streaming, but this damned english got me confused. Every syllable translating from dutch knowing that my spelling checker  gets on my bloody ass like a sourpuss housewife that's smells her own bitchy cunt stuffed only by the divine emptiness of not getting fucked by her husband claiming to be overworking. And YES, we women think it stinks even if you men love it. We ...

So streaming, letting myself fulminating, experiencing the unbearable lightness of this existence (stole that sentence, didn't I). Feeling already better than the last five days when I imagined being a popular writer, word crafting, yet not finding a word, to utter.

Just read a few pages of Bukowski, always helps.

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