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timpeltjeI look at you and I am seeing a diseased boy who's throat is aching really bad. You have a nasty cough, a slight fever and a runny nose. You have fallen ill my friend. There is not much we can do: modern medicine can prescribe you a treatment with leeches (which is our cure for everything these days: we even healed some sodomites with them the other day - we had to use really big leeches though): just let one (1) gently slide into your throat so that it can spread its healing effect, then swallow with a glass of rhum. For an even faster result, put two (2) leeches in your nostrils to stop fluids from leaving your body (do NOT kill them - recent studies have shown that if you would, you may show signs of sodomitical behaviour for which additional treatment would be required).
Dear sodomite, I still think you're pretty though, illnesses aside. Whether the year is 1505 or 2005, there is a timelessness about you which is only preceded by dark nothingness. You'll still be pretty in 500 years (everyone knows you'll be around by then - they just can't imagine anything without you). This disease won't be your end. This disease is probably a curse from the Almighty - it will be up to Him to heal you too - He controls the leeches you know; he instructs them where and how to heal your insides. The Almighty thought of everything, didn't he?
Oh no!
look what you've done!
you've killed one of your nose-leeches!
Come & kiss me
Come & kiss me
Come & kiss me
x
so...
I found a job I don't really need. Actually two jobs. One job is in The Belgian Beer Café in North Sydney (and I laughed at the Dutch people who wanted to work in a Dutch "restaurant" (let these parenthesis be an indication of my weariness of the Dutch in combination with "cuisine") - well, they wanted me for my alleged beer expertise. Fun enough. Oh! and the menu looks supergood - I got one home and there's SOOO much I superlike about it. While in Sweden, I lamented the loss of Filet Américain. They have it - I will eat it. They even have stoemp! oh! and mussles! and chocolate mousse! and stoverij! and Ardennes ham! oh! and cheese croquettes! I actually just want to eat there now!
My second job is in a club which has yet to open in my neighbourhood. Night work. I'll combine them for a while and I'll see which I like best. I just need to do something.
tim
tim
tim
I don't think that's me anymore.
Dear sodomite, I still think you're pretty though, illnesses aside. Whether the year is 1505 or 2005, there is a timelessness about you which is only preceded by dark nothingness. You'll still be pretty in 500 years (everyone knows you'll be around by then - they just can't imagine anything without you). This disease won't be your end. This disease is probably a curse from the Almighty - it will be up to Him to heal you too - He controls the leeches you know; he instructs them where and how to heal your insides. The Almighty thought of everything, didn't he?
Oh no!
look what you've done!
you've killed one of your nose-leeches!
Come & kiss me
Come & kiss me
Come & kiss me
x
so...
I found a job I don't really need. Actually two jobs. One job is in The Belgian Beer Café in North Sydney (and I laughed at the Dutch people who wanted to work in a Dutch "restaurant" (let these parenthesis be an indication of my weariness of the Dutch in combination with "cuisine") - well, they wanted me for my alleged beer expertise. Fun enough. Oh! and the menu looks supergood - I got one home and there's SOOO much I superlike about it. While in Sweden, I lamented the loss of Filet Américain. They have it - I will eat it. They even have stoemp! oh! and mussles! and chocolate mousse! and stoverij! and Ardennes ham! oh! and cheese croquettes! I actually just want to eat there now!
My second job is in a club which has yet to open in my neighbourhood. Night work. I'll combine them for a while and I'll see which I like best. I just need to do something.
tim
tim
tim
I don't think that's me anymore.
