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Donaat De Herriemaker

About Me

Like almost any white male I’m not funny an I’m having territorial needs. My drifting "pathos" compels me to conquer a My Space and defend it with words. My Space! ... can be Your Space, but one should remember I ‘m not just spreading bad taste or breath. Like almost any white male I like to stick my nose in the wrong holes and use the word “nose” as a metaphor for something that can't really smell, but does really smell. I really like imaginary solutions for imaginary problems and I like to pretend to have lots of friends with imaginative solutions for real problems. Furthermore I like bands that no have no my space, because the Internet was meant for porn, not music. BTW: I don't blow my nose on the Internet, I got imaginary friends to do that for me. Like any white male I get more rejections than friends on my space. Like almost any white male I pretend money is not the problem, but capitalism is! (and I pretend to know what it means by reading fascist pigs as Houellebecq and Schopenhauer). I have no talent in convincing someone I’m really talented, but (in a way) I don’t consider talented people as the lucky ones, so don’t worry, my shrink will make me believe it’s all OK! No hard feelings... I really like you, weird person; I never expected you to read this far. Me very like You now, You better watch out now, I'll put my Nose at your window one day...

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ACHTERWAARDS

En van de weeromstuit viel ik pardoes op mijn facade. Gehavend na de schipbreuk. Ter dege werd ik me ervan bewust. Er werd me een rad voor ogen gebraakt. En ik de drank.   Schorem, zo pleeg...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 20:19:00 GMT

NOT INTERESTED

An opinion is like a pie, It tastes sweet, But it leaves gravity in your stomach. An opinion is like a smoking, You can't give it up, But there is pollution coming out of your mouth. An opinion ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:38:00 GMT

SPRAAKWARVERRING

God schaapte man naar beeld van Zelf. 't Lam Gods blablablaat: Homo homini lupus est, Babel Babbelt met Beëlzebub!   God stuurt aangetekende Grote boodschap; Afgevaagd staat netjes, dankt d...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:53:00 GMT

FISH

In them strange days when me was two fishy-fishSwimming strange belly of cavy waterAcoustics of post-coital breathingFeeding boa filling me with mermaid motherIn them strange days me had to become one...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 01:35:00 GMT