2006

A lake. It could have been any, but all you longed for was a lake. Perhaps because lakes have always been shining with tranquility, perhaps because as a child you passed so many holidays at lakes, perhaps because any other place you could think of didn’t give you a feeling of comfort. You had enough…

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Ah déi genial Freidesnometteger am Art Scène! Wat si mir do op Blödsinnegkeeten komm… :D (8.2.2005)

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Amoris vulnus idem sanat, qui facit. (= The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them). Sirus Publilius And think not, you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Khalil Gibran

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Programming languages. English as a world language. Situation of Welsh, Maori and other small linguistic communities. Consequences for English native speakers. Has to be finished by Monday. I’ve written nine pages so far, still four to go. But first, I need a coffee. Or two. Well, make it three. :) It’s an interesting subject though.…

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So yes, I followed Gilles’ advice and went out to town yesterday evening. First stop: Lester’s. Not really my usual pub, but as the friend with whom I went out absolutely wanted to go there, we made a stopover. There wasn’t anyone noticeable. So we just drank a beer and went on. Never mix alcohol…

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my love has always been right just wrote some prose full stop it’s finished now the title was almost the same the inspiration probably too i guess it was you this memory of you looking into my eyes question marks your hazel eyes with a shining black dot in each one of them nature had…

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it’s not easy to fall out of love with you when you just keep on being so perfect. it’s not easy to be concentrated when you keep on being so desirable. it’s not easy to forget your face when it just doesn’t get less pretty. it’s not easy to forget your eyes when suns are…

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There is no rain running down my window. It would have been such a great cliché to start my text with. There is no depressing music playing in the background. Yet another chance for a stereotypical beginning vanishes with that sentence. It’s been no long day, it has actually been quite short. The next days…

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There are diseases I would never have imagined could exist… Persistent sexual arousal syndrome results in a spontaneous and persistent genital arousal, with or without orgasm or genital engorgement, unrelated to any feelings of sexual desire. In particular, it is not related to hypersexuality, sometimes known as nymphomania or satyriasis. In addition to being very…

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Wat et net alles an der lëtzebuergescher Blogosphär ze fannen gett: Link. Nee, ech hun net no sou eppes gesicht, et gouf an engem däitschen Podcast iwwert déi Säit bericht.

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So this was it. Together with my brother, I went to see the Michael Bublé concert at the Rockhal yesterday evening, which was at the same time the European tour kick-off. The opening act was the ingenious and very funny Canadian singer Jann Arden, whom I had never heard of before, but of whom I…

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Alan Cumming is such an incredible actor. :) “Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our first bisexual speed dating!” As a punk: And while seducing a transsexual girl: Oh, not to forget: you get to see Lauren Lee Smith (Mutant X) with blond hair (and even naked, but this…

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The trailer for World Trade Center is out.

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Ne pas utiliser les urinoirs. Ils sont bouchés!

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I had been visiting my parents in Luxembourg for two weeks and was on my way back home, Vancouver that is, with a stopover in Glasgow. I boarded in the very last moment, having already feared I was going to miss the flight. When I got on the plane it was filled up to one…

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(or: A Lonely Wretched Death) Slowly love countersinks my heart, watches it, complacently, as it bleeds dry, giving it another turn of the screw as if to bestow the favour of more pain on me. Afflicted by excruciation, love’s closest friend, I’m hollering through inanition towards the abyss while the pandemonium scrapes all life out…

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Noten vu Première sortéiert. Nach eemol vill witzeg Zitater gelies. Nach emmer top: d’Sprech vum Här Dr Reis. (“Ich würde sowas nie freiwillig lesen, aber es ist mein Beruf.” – iwwert Der Tod in Venedig). Ech well dee Proff erem. :) Lénks am Eck ass de Koup mat de Saachen déi vläit nach kennten netzlech…

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Here: a student ill “for real” and a squalid pervert. Link

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I’m afraid to say that admirers can be a tremendous force for conservatism, for consolidation. Of course it’s really wonderful to be acclaimed for things you’ve done – in fact it’s the only serious reward, because it makes you think “it worked! I’m not isolated!” or something like that, and it makes you feel gratefully…

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I love you Let me show you How to Snort fifty ounces of glue Breathe pure chlorine Put the soul in brine Tear out toenails Slash wrists Decompose fingers in hydrochloric acid Shoot drugs Shoot the temple Feel free after I died

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A silent dream of a raindrop falling Hitting and bursting on the green light There, unreachable, at the end of the dock. A lost soul seeking shelter behind colours That destroy all life and are life. A burnt down feather at the edge of a wing, Of a bird that has lost the ability to…

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There is a question that has been coming to my mind for the last couples of days, a question I’ve been desperately trying to find an answer to: what is inspiration? I could now hunt down all of the clichés that have been written down over the last centuries, and conclude that inspiration is a…

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A muse permeating, imbuing, tingeing, sounding, Yet secretly piercing, soaking, staining, bawling out In a clime so green and brown, some grey and red, Most striking black and blue ubiquitous. A bee, a nice-looking bird, both teasing, one knowing. Some greet the muse, though call her by a misnomer, But neither does bother. I reclusively…

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Op der Uni Lëtzebuerg gett déi Regel ganz serieux geholl. :)

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Fellow world there in murk, Merge with our afterglow While my hope crouches to fear In viscous black and blue, Swallow me for good While my old tears bleed through Bleak landscapes of pain Stridden by benumed shells, Then tarnish the agony: My endmost stir coruscating.

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It’s official: I’ve just accepted the University of Glamorgan‘s unconditional offer and as of next fall will be studying English literature and language as well as creative writing there. Hooray!

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The last raindrops fall Down from forgotten clouds. They fall and die, Unnoticed to the human eye. Raindrop tell me what you see Before You die by my feet And your story is erased.

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I’m back. For the time being. Cardiff is an absolutely fantastic city. I will be making a podcast on the things that happened and talk a bit about the Welsh way of life. Here are some pics till I’ll go a bit more into confusing thoughts below. ;) More pictures can of course be found…

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Just a short note to let you know that it might be a bit quiet around here for the next couple of days – unless Serge decides to post. I’ll be flying to Cardiff (capital of Wales – no, that’s NOT England ;)) tomorrow morning for a prolonged weekend. Wish you all a nice end…

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