Right now, in this moment, I feel SOOOO alive and SOOOO dead at the same time, that even Schrödinger's cat might find it hard to understand this feeling…

Now I'm pretty sure, that everything tastes better when it tastes better, and you can only be pretty sure about something, when you're pretty sure about it…

P.S. Any music suggestion for a paradoxical moment like this would be appreciated.

Sometimes… all you have to do, is to REMEMBER…

The main problem of the GrownUptivity rises from a simple misunderstanding of two words… There are certain stuff that a grown man is not supposed to concern himself with, anymore… but he doesn't concern himself with it anyless…

He hasn't heard any post-rock… otherwise he wouldn't say anything like that… otherwise he knew… no, he definitely hasn't heard post-rock…

And my doctor says I'll be alright… but i'm feelin' bluuuuuue…

On the contrary, I am the counterexample to all the statements he's been trying to prove through his logic… I'm not the only one who knows stuff, my friend… but neither are you…

This means depth…
Depth means meaning…
Meaning means your glance… when it meets mine…

This is Value…

I've counted these 6 papers 1025 times by now, and everytime I count them they're still 6…

I, hereby, certify and testify that the moment I'm done with them, their lifeform is gonna metamorphose from some aesthetics entities to 6 giant paper frogs…

Amen!!

Friday, Jul 19
Signed: Gº♥ºG

And our differences emerge just like that… just as my day seems to be beginning, yours seems to be ending… here I am, sitting in my room, planning the night ahead, wanting to talk to you, yet having nothing to say, eating the happy hippos one by one… there you are, closing your eyes to sleep… probably a dreamless one… and then you ask me why I'm immersed deeply in thoughts… you should learn to read between the lines, my dear… you should hear the things I don't say… and then I have to hear your silent reaction to what…

To you… & to your Fender… to 2 a.m. …
To you… & to those apple trees we planted…
To you… & to our firsts… to the mountains…
To you… & to both of the times I left you…
To you… & to Johnny Depp!! to the Mediterranean Sea…
To you… & to every single night we spent alone together!!… to our hair competitions…
To you… & to all the pigeons we fed… en onze strijd tegen niets… to the guy who never let us exit the tram without checking out with our public transport chipcards!!
To you… & Der…

A young man was taking a picture of a raven. The 3-year-old girl watching him said "Ravens don't like that!"
Startled, he put his camera down and replied "Yeah, you're probably right…"
He paused for a moment, and then added "Why is that though?"
"What?" said the little girl.
He repeated "Why don't ravens like having their picture taken?"
She thought a little, while watching the raven, who, sitting on the roof, was looking back at them… and finally shrugged "I don't know why…"