tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96076372011-04-21T15:34:47.817-07:00dv8flowdv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1171576901671452502007-02-15T13:55:00.000-08:002007-02-15T14:08:14.853-08:00XX YXXXYX XXXY XXXX <br />XY XX XXXX XXY XXXX YYXXX<br />XY YXX YXX XY YXXYY<br />wat is de bedoeling?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-117157690167145250?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1168776345550154892007-01-14T04:02:00.000-08:002007-02-15T13:08:03.850-08:00(intro)<br /><br />What am i doing here?<br />Why am i here?<br />But in the end it’s not where you are.<br />It’s when you are.<br />And here really should be<br />now<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br /> All that you are is in your head?<br /> Time is a place when you are dead<br /> Try to go against the grain?<br /> All splitted hairs grow on memory lane<br /><br /> Through these whispers you can try<br /> All coming back to me, and why?<br /> While you morn four the hour of decay<br /> Another day is gone, just blown awaaaaay!<br /><br />(interlude)<br /><br />Mommy, where’s daddy<br />He’s been gone for so long<br />Is he ever gonna come back?<br />I miss him so much<br />I miss him so<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br /> All that you are is in your head?<br /> Time is a place when you are dead<br /> Try to go against the grain?<br /> All splitted hairs grow on memory lane<br /><br /> Through these whispers you can try<br /> All coming back to me, and why?<br /> While you morn four the hour of decay<br /> Another day is gone, just blown awaaaaay!<br /><br />(fortissimo)<br /><br />Got nothing left to sell to you<br />Got nothing left to sell to you<br />Got nothing left to sell to you<br />Got nothing, really nothing <br />left to sell to you<br />to you<br />i got nothing, really nothing<br />left to sell to you<br /><br />(outro)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-116877634555015489?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1168774719334154262007-01-14T03:33:00.000-08:002007-02-15T13:21:02.776-08:00je hart op je tong, (words)<br />je lippen lossen niets. (unspoken)<br />en je bent kwaad, (angor)<br />niet op iemand, (misguided)<br />op iedereen en niemand. (in fear)<br /><br />i will trust you,<br />to meet me in the middle.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-116877471933415426?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1168774317887662452007-01-14T03:30:00.000-08:002007-01-14T03:45:04.403-08:00Pure narration<br />Or just argumentation<br />Hard to say <br />In my own way<br /><br />Pure elevation<br />Or just argumentation <br />Hard to say <br />In my own way<br /><br />Pure frustration<br />Or just argumentation<br />stay stay stay stay<br />awaay<br /><br />Pure fear pure fear <br />Pure fear pure fear <br />Pure fear<br /><br />Pure revelation<br />Or just argumentation<br />hard to say<br />in my own way<br /><br />Pure fear <br />Or just argumentation<br />stay stay stay stay<br />awaay<br /><br />pure fear pure fear pure fear pure fear<br />pure fear pure fear pure fear pure fear<br />pure fear<br /><br />Laatste refrein: stem met scheetzakeffect, en nagging sologitaar.<br />(en iemand uit publiek die ijzeren buis mag doorzagen als 3de stem)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-116877431788766245?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1168774150862530052007-01-14T03:27:00.000-08:002007-01-14T04:00:14.296-08:00And the devils’ time<br />And the devil’s time<br />And the devils’ time<br />And the devil’s time<br />And the devils’ time<br />And the devil’s time<br />And the devils’ time<br />And the devil’s time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-116877415086253005?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1160313955139645412006-10-08T06:24:00.000-07:002007-02-15T13:13:34.676-08:00http://iefdesseyn.wordpress.com/<br /><br />A love Story in B-minor<br />http://youandaai.blogspot.com<br />http://filmfilostoverij.blogspot.com<br />http://www.quasi-modo.be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-116031395513964541?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1155638255507394022006-08-15T03:36:00.000-07:002006-08-15T03:45:15.930-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/643/1600/alleenvoor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1483/643/400/alleenvoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-115563825550739402?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1154462106005878252006-08-01T12:54:00.000-07:002006-08-15T11:32:03.513-07:00Tiende macht van een konijn -<br />33 Meter vrije val,<br />Langzaam zwemmen<br />Een duizelig slot...<br />En de waarheid.<br /><br />Tenth power of a rabbit -<br />36 yards of free fall,<br />Slowly swimming<br />A dizzy ending...<br />And the truth.<br /><br />Dixième pouvoir d'un lapin -<br />33 mètres de chute libre,<br />Nager lentement<br />Une fin prise de vertige...<br />Et la verité.<br /><br />Zehnte Macht eines Kaninchens -<br />33 Meter freier Fall,<br />Langsam schwimmen<br />Ein schwindliches Ende...<br />Und die Wahrheit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-115446210600587825?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1154461956945781202006-08-01T12:36:00.000-07:002006-08-15T11:39:26.716-07:00[INTRO]<br /><br />Across the plains of Mexico<br />A little indian walked<br />Into the land of the absolute free<br />Into a life of workTV<br /><br />And there at END.<br />Where horizons meet,<br />he saw something<br />he could not understand.<br />So the little Indian said:<br /><br />Wat was me dat een helse tocht<br />om hier te kunnen staan.<br />Dan kom ik hier en wat zie ik nu?<br />Ik begrijp het niet.<br /><br />Hoe dan kan het land van vrijen<br />begrensd zijn zonder water?<br />Zijn we dan pas vrij <br />als we de grens hebben gezien?<br /><br /><br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br /><br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br />Let me in<br /><br /><br />At endpointsmeet he stopped.<br />Standing in front of one of the free.<br />He reached a hand that was pushed back<br />by a big, fat American with a hat<br />So the little Indian said:<br /><br />Ik sta hier al een hele tijd<br />maar ik kan er niet in.<br />Teruggaan kan ik niet verstaan,<br />m'n leven is nu-hier.<br /><br />En je laat me hier die hele tijd<br />tot je vindt dat ik kan-zijn.<br />Dus alstublieft, God, Gij staat<br />geef me een reden om te bestaan.<br /><br /><br />Borderline?<br />Think I'm <br />going to <br />lose my mind.<br /><br />You just <br />keep on<br />pushing me<br />over the <br />borderline.<br /><br /><br />The little Indian cried, he let it all out<br /> [Keep pushing me, keep pushing me, keep pushing my love]<br />With his hands, on his knees<br /> [Keep pushing me, keep pushing me, keep pushing my love]<br />But the fat American could not comprehend<br /> [Keep pushing me, keep pushing me, keep pushing my love]<br />Pulled out his baby and made her shout<br /> [Keep pushing me, keep pushing me, keep pushing my love]<br />Made her scream...<br /> [Keep pushing me, keep pushing me, keep pushing my love]<br /><br /><br />[OUTRO]<br />insert: //Bill Hicks/"pick up the gun..."/<br />insert: //shooting guns/flyin' bullets/thump<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-115446195694578120?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1149885780218982912006-06-09T13:39:00.000-07:002006-06-09T13:45:09.853-07:00you're out there, and i'm searching.<br />Peut-etre vous m'avez oublié?<br />Is mijn taal verkeerd?<br />Wen darf es sagen?<br /><br />ohne dich kann ich nicht leben,<br />j'aime trop tes mots,<br />I love your words.<br />du bist ich in ihrem geist.<br />les preuves de tes pensées.<br />proof you think - alike.<br /><br />Phrases touchantes,<br />was darfen sie teilen<br />Lines that make me think,<br />chante à mon sang, parle<br />mit meinem sein?<br />and i will sing right back.<br /><br />i will be understanding,<br />je vous écoutera.<br />ohne dich ist das sein nur leben.<br />when you need me the most.<br />je serai là - tu demandes?<br />mit Wörtern möchten Sie Fragen.<br /><br />of wil je mij kiezen aan de hand<br />van mijn lach?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-114988578021898291?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1149885366716874082006-06-09T13:34:00.000-07:002006-06-09T13:36:06.760-07:00In de wereld van alle mensen,<br />met al hun mensenwensen,<br />en hun mensenstreken,<br />wil ik mezelf nog vinden<br /><br />(een voorzichtig begin,<br />gewikt en gewogen).<br /><br />in een vrouw.<br /><br /><br />Je weet wat er is geweest.<br />Je weet wat er zal komen.<br />je weet dat je die dag zal vervloeken,<br />maar toch ga je door?<br /><br /><br />(tussen haakjes kan ik even wat losser zijn.<br />Hier kan ik ademen voor het refrein).<br /><br />Laat me een bloem en wat gras dat nog groen is<br />Laat me een boom en het zicht op de zee.<br />Vergeet voor een keer hoeveel geld een miljoen is.<br />Vergeet voor een keer<br />(Louis NEEFS)<br /><br />Alleen lijkt het me niet te lukken.<br />En Jij?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-114988536671687408?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1144228186765528322006-04-05T02:09:00.000-07:002006-04-05T02:09:46.776-07:00Une image<br />qui s'écrase<br />sur la rue<br />vers le désert,<br /><br />autour d' une rivière<br /><br />dans la lune<br />voyageant<br />la langue<br />du vu<br />circulaire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-114422818676552832?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1143980881360761902006-04-02T05:19:00.000-07:002006-04-02T05:29:41.463-07:00Je ne le vois pas comme ça.<br />Je n' écoute pas comme toi.<br />Heureusement pour moi.<br />J'ai quelque chose à te dire.<br />.<br />Tu ne vois pas que je vois.<br />Tu n' écoute pas comme ça.<br />heureusement pour toi.<br />T'a quelque chose à me dire.<br /><br />il ne le voit pas comme nous.<br />il nous n'écoute pas du tout.<br />malheureusement pour nous.<br />on a des choses a lui dire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-114398088136076190?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1143980227642110692006-04-02T05:15:00.000-07:002006-04-02T05:19:16.530-07:00Zit het scheef?<br />Hoe krijg ik het recht?<br />Met mijn budget?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-114398022764211069?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1131278615632190052005-11-06T13:06:00.000-08:002007-02-15T13:55:14.296-08:00De Kamer. Evocatie: Vervaldatum termijn.<br />Startvergadering aangenomen.<br />Precontractuele informatie – <br />Commerciële samenwerkingsovereenkomsten<br />Wetsontwerp betreffende<br />Samenwerkingsovereenkomsten gesloten tussen twee personen, <br />die elk in eigen naam en voor eigen rekening werken, <br />waarbij de ene het recht verleent aan de andere, <br />die daarvoor een vergoeding van welke aard ook, <br />rechtstreeks of onrechtstreeks<br />betaalt,<br />om<br /><br />MY WORK FEELS LIKE A DREAM I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EXISTS<br /><br />Delete partition?<br />all data will be lost<br />16384Mb<br />Format c:<br />Ntfs(fast)<br />Fat (fast)<br />Ntfs<br />Fat<br />all data will be lost<br />Formatting<br /><br />LA NUIT EST UNE SORCIERE<br /><br />Pickup Seymour Duncan SH-8 Invader: € 50<br />Pickup Seymour Duncan APH-1 Alnico II pro: € 58,77<br />2 Humbuckercovers EMG-style (zwart): € 4,63<br />Pickguard Bracket for LP (zwart) € 4,63<br />Pickguard Hellfire for LP: € 13,92<br />2 Potentiometers Mighty Mite 250K V/T/T: € 10,31<br />2 potentiometers Mighty Mite 500K V/V/T/T: € 12,50<br />Bridge vintage tunomatic for LP (zwart): € 13,92<br />Tailpiece for LP (zwart): € 15,47<br />Tuning keys Schaller M6 locking: € 95<br /><br />UM DEN TRAUM ZU FANGEN<br /><br />Tomatenmark (35%), branntweinessig*,<br />Zucker, apfelmark, modifizierte stärke, salz,<br />Curry (2%), gewürze (1%), Verdickungsmittel:<br />Guarkernmehl, Johannisbrotkernmehl.<br />Ohne Konservierungsmittel und Farbstoffe.<br />(*) Für Österreich: WeinGEISTessig<br /><br /><br />MY LIFE FEELS LIKE A DREAM SOMETIMES<br /><br />ESSENCE EXIT <br />Dries Deman<br />2005 - België<br />GENDER<br />Daniël Lamberts<br />2004 – België<br />LOS HERVIDEROS<br />Jan De Coster<br />2005 – België<br />1 CLÉ POUR 2<br />Delphine Noels<br />2005 - België<br />URECA<br />Kenneth Taylor<br />2005 - België<br /><br />I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EXISTS<br /><br />Overschrijving<br />Datum: 05/11/05<br />Memodatum: 09-11-2005<br />Rekening begunstigde:<br />405-0504611-48<br />Bedrag: € 41,95<br />Medeling: 0123/123/1234<br /><br />ACTORI INCUMBIT PROBATIO.<br /><br />Gothren<br />Dagoth Ur<br />AKULAKHAN <br />kill vivec kill vivec<br />Suran of Earthly Delights<br /><br />DE OGEN SLUITEN IS VOLDOENDE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-113127861563219005?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1131218063059553562005-11-05T20:09:00.000-08:002006-08-15T11:48:14.956-07:00The hunger.<br />Physical craving,<br />mentalblocking<br />appetite.<br />I guess Knut was right.<br /><br />00:01:00:999 time for c:data/planB.exe<br /><br />read file: Hunger/Knut_Hamsun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-113121806305955356?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1121721344774578482005-07-12T08:00:00.000-07:002005-07-18T14:21:05.120-07:00Plaz: Industrieweg 50 - 9037 Wondelgem<br />Mo - Di - Mi - Fr 7u45-11u45<br />Do 7u45-14u15<br />tutor: Herr S. Magerman<br />Mehr info: www.vdab.be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-112172134477457848?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1116239346246331942005-05-16T12:28:00.000-07:002005-05-20T10:00:02.440-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Indikativ Präsens</span><br /><br />ich weiß<br />du weißt<br />er/sie/ es weiß<br />wir wissen<br />ihr wisst<br />sie wissen<br />Sie wissen<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Konjunktiv II Futur II</span><br /><br />ich würde gewusst haben<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111623934624633194?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1116106067372023992005-05-14T23:28:00.000-07:002005-05-16T03:36:07.543-07:00Het komt steeds op hetzelfde neer.<br />Het is levenloos.<br />Stil alleen.<br />Met spoken om je heen.<br />(Een verraderlijker zin kan je niet maken).<br /><br />Nun ist die luft von solchem Spuk so voll,<br />Dass niemand weiss, wie ihn meiden soll.<br /><br />Maar hoe zet je – in godsnaam – levenloos op muziek?<br />Bestraling met het zuiverste licht?<br />Sneller dan wat te horen is.<br />Eeuwig leven in een niets?<br />Positronic ray zonder sex-appeal.<br /><br />En dan maar lekker draaien,<br />Draaien met die wasmaschien.<br /><br />Met welk doel?<br />een propere was?<br /><br />Wanneer is hier - in dierbaar belgië -<br />nog eens vurig in een oplossing geloofd?<br />Tegen d’hollanders?<br />Levenslijn?<br />eurosong in een goe jaar?<br /><br />In België gaan we het precies nooit echt zeker weten, hé.<br />Er is ook zo een groots aanbod in de ons omliggende buurlanden,<br />Die zijn uiteraard zo vriendelijk om nu en dan eens binnen te vallen,<br />En ons even snell te dire how het zit.<br />wij zijn zo klein,<br />Wij kunnen ons niet verweren.<br />en dat is niet eerlijk.<br /><br />En dan nu SEX.<br />Anders verkoopt dit niet zo goed.<br />Er is toch iets mis met de jongens en meisjes(strap-on) van Pr&marketing<br />Als ze sex zouden vergeten.<br /><br />Licht is sneller dan een kogel<br />- dan weet je het wel –<br />positronic II 8000<br />als je aan andere dingen wil denken<br />oooooooooooh<br />zap zap zap<br />uhh hhhh<br /> <br /><br />Of pakken die je onzichtbaar maken? - stealth<br />Blinden die zien met artificiële ogen? - spectrum/tele/2Gp/targ.sys./wifi <br />Robots bediend met hersengolven, - fucked<br />Of toch maar die brillen om door kleren heen te kijken?<br /><br />Men gelooft wat men ziet<br />Men gelooft wat men ziet,<br />Men gelooft een ander niet.<br /><br />Wat mocht er zoiets bestaan als beeldmanipulatie.<br />Zou je de mensen dan dingen kunnen tonen die er niet zijn?<br />Of kan je dan ook echte beelden veranderen naar iets anders dan<br />Werd vastgelegd?<br />Kan een vredig natuurgebied er in het echt dodelijk uitzien?<br />Om van bewakingscamera’s nog maar te zwijgen.<br />-met artificiële ogen-<br />Alles is mogelijk.<br /><br />En wij hier in Belgie.<br />Wij die het nooit echt zeker weten.<br />Hoe zouden wij daarmee omgaan?<br />Met die enorme onzekerheid.<br />Big brother is watching you – SOON –<br />On your tv, and you can't see it.<br /><br />(Btw) Hebt u uw nieuwe identiteitskaart al?<br />ANTzzzWOORD ja of nee - aub<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111610606737202399?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1115105528848440022005-04-25T12:15:00.000-07:002005-05-03T00:32:08.846-07:00locatie: Industrieweg 50 - 9032 Wondelgem<br />tijd: ma-vrij 12u15-16u15, met een maximumduur van 120 uren.<br />tutor: Herr. S. Magerman<br />meer info: www.vdab.be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111510552884844002?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1115106031656747032005-04-11T13:30:00.000-07:002005-05-03T00:40:31.656-07:00Locatie: Minnemeers 2 - 9000 Gent<br />wat: leren solliciteren/faciliteiten om te solliciteren<br />tutor: Mvr. K. De Noyette<br />meer info: www.vdab.be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111510603165674703?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1111257651191408812005-03-18T16:15:00.000-08:002005-03-19T10:40:51.193-08:00still<br />job: done.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111125765119140881?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110919972198010322005-03-11T20:00:00.000-08:002005-03-19T10:55:38.556-08:00Wissen das sie wissen,<br />das (Wissen) mal schnell wieder vergessen.<br />Wissen was sie sagen,<br />kannst du nicht erzählen.<br />Wenn sie wissen was sie sagen,<br />dann haben sie die Fragen,<br />die sie dich wissen lassen,<br />wahr die Tür ist.<br />wahr die Tür ist.<br />wahr die Tür ist.<br /><br />hören, horchen,<br />zusammen oder allein.<br />Und denken,<br />sehr gut denken,<br />warum musste die jetzt Wut gehn?<br />Wahr musste die Wut gehn?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111091997219801032?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110262757097813642005-03-08T07:30:00.000-08:002005-03-07T22:20:04.990-08:00job: some more demolition of wooden walls.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111026275709781364?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110227396017583572005-03-07T07:30:00.000-08:002005-03-07T12:29:56.016-08:00job: some more cleaning and organising +<br /> demolition (by any means) of a wooden wall/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111022739601758357?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110015008661142562005-03-04T22:15:00.000-08:002005-03-09T00:43:35.793-08:00SHADOWS IN THE CAVES. (Adam Curtis)<br /><br />you already knew this,<br />but no harm in seeing it united in one film, again.<br />an entertaining documentary about how they're fuckin' us<br />(up the ass, no condom)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111001500866114256?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110219804053830722005-03-04T07:30:00.000-08:002005-03-21T01:23:38.060-08:00Company: Producer of oil barrels.<br /><br />location: Industrielaan, Wondelgem<br /><br />wage: € 9,15/h<br /><br />job: (major) cleaning of a wood/forklift storeroom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111021980405383072?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1109978753995674252005-03-01T20:30:00.000-08:002005-03-08T10:04:25.266-08:00moderator/ Ben van Alboom<br />gasten/<br />filosoof-journalist: marc Holthof<br />programmamaker/-directeur: Patrick De Witte / Jan Verheyen<br />politicus: Bart Caron<br /><br />money talked*,<br />i walked<br />with the solution:<br />www.kingkong.be<br /><br />*and always the dancing,<br />you know,<br />pretending delay-manoeuvre for the real deal, where partners <br />"get to know" (enforce) each others movements, because they're nervous.<br />the real deal: Le Tube (Peter Entell)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110997875399567425?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110119458509757502005-02-21T05:30:00.000-08:002005-03-08T09:49:37.990-08:00job: de-assemble defective gas tanks,<br /> pour out remaining gas or diesel,<br /> sort the parts in containers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111011945850975750?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1108736699979882052005-02-18T06:21:00.000-08:002005-02-18T06:28:19.290-08:00Weten dat ze weten,<br />maar even snel weer vergeten.<br />weten wat ze zeggen,<br />is niet jouw verhaal.<br />Als ze weten wat ze zeggen,<br />dan hebben ze de vraag.<br />Dat ze kunnen laten weten,<br />waar de deur is, <br />waar de deur is.<br /><br />Luisteren, samen of alleen,<br />en denken,<br />heel goed denken,<br />waar moet die woede heen?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110873669997988205?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110120137164232402005-02-16T13:30:00.000-08:002005-03-21T01:25:34.833-08:00company: assembly of gas and diesel tanks for cars. (esp. VOLVO)<br /><br />location: Eddastraat, Desteldonk<br /><br />wage: € 8,21/h<br /><br />job: cleaning of factory floor.<br />first with a little electric cart,<br />when that broke down,<br />mop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012013716423240?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1107608751566595632005-02-13T15:30:00.000-08:002005-02-26T01:56:37.610-08:00a project by Carmen Brucic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110760875156659563?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1107606430505811952005-02-12T19:30:00.000-08:002005-02-26T01:59:35.950-08:00.<br />http://carmen.bildson.de/<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110760643050581195?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1108165196564622202005-02-11T15:37:00.000-08:002005-02-18T07:17:16.563-08:00samengebrachtverstrengeld<br /> - niet alleen -<br />met duizend grijparmen van begeerte<br /> - niet alleen -<br />om ons heen.<br /><br />één en niet alleen?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110816519656462220?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1108166114856969612005-02-11T15:33:00.000-08:002005-02-11T15:58:59.500-08:00<strong>I.</strong> La voie qui peut être exprimée par la parole n'est pas la Voie éternelle ; le nom qui peut être nommé n'est pas le Nom éternel.<br />(L'être) sans nom est l'origine du ciel et de la terre ; avec un nom, il est la mère de toutes choses.<br />C'est pourquoi, lorsqu'on est constamment exempt de passions, on voit son essence spirituelle ; lorsqu'on a constamment des passions, on le voit sous une forme bornée.<br />Ces deux choses ont une même origine et reçoivent des noms différents. On les appelle toutes deux profondes. Elles sont profondes, doublement profondes. C'est la porte de toutes les choses spirituelles.<br /><br /><strong>II.</strong> Dans le monde, lorsque tous les hommes ont su apprécier la beauté (morale), alors la laideur (du vice) a paru. Lorsque tous les hommes ont su apprécier le bien, alors la mal a paru. C'est pourquoi l'être et le non-être naissent l'un de l'autre.<br />Le difficile et le facile se produisent mutuellement.<br />Le long et le court se donnent mutuellement leur forme.<br />Le haut et le bas montrent mutuellement leur inégalité.<br />Les tons et la voix s'accordent mutuellement.<br />L'antériorité et la postériorité sont la conséquence l'une de l'autre.<br />De là vient que le saint homme fait son occupation du non-agir.<br />Il fait consister ses instructions dans le silence.<br />Alors tous les êtres se mettent en mouvement, et il ne leur refuse rien.<br />Il les produit et ne se les approprie pas.<br />Il les perfectionne et ne compte pas sur eux.<br />Ses mérites étant accomplis, il ne s'y attache pas.<br />Il ne s'attache pas à ses mérites ; c'est pourquoi ils ne le quittent point.<br /><br /><strong>III.</strong> En n'exaltant pas les sages, on empêche le peuple de se disputer.<br />En ne prisant pas les biens d'une acquisition difficile, on empêche le peuple de se livrer au vol.<br />En ne regardant point des objets propres à exciter des désirs, on empêche que le cœur du peuple ne se trouble1.<br />C'est pourquoi, lorsque le saint homme gouverne, il vide son cœur, il remplit son ventre (son intérieur), il affaiblit sa volonté, et il fortifie ses os.<br />Il s'étudie constamment à rendre le peuple ignorant et exempt de désirs.<br />Il fait en sorte que ceux qui ont du savoir n'osent pas agir.<br />Il pratique le non-agir, et alors il n'y a rien qui ne soit bien gouverné.<br /><br /><strong>IV.</strong> Le Tao est vide ; si l'on en fait usage, il paraît inépuisable.<br />Ô qu'il est profond ! Il semble le patriarche de tous les êtres.<br />Il émousse sa subtilité, il se dégage de tous liens, il tempère sa splendeur, il s'assimile à la poussière.<br />Ô qu'il est pur ! Il semble subsister éternellement.<br />J'ignore de qui il est fils ; il semble avoir précédé le maître du ciel.<br /><br /><strong>V.</strong> Le ciel et la terre n'ont point d'affection particulière. Ils regardent toutes les créatures comme le chien de paille (du sacrifice).<br />Le saint homme n'a point d'affection particulière ; il regarde tout le peuple comme le chien de paille (du sacrifice).<br />L'être qui est entre le ciel et la terre ressemble à un soufflet de forge qui est vide et ne s'épuise point , que l'on met en mouvement et qui produit de plus en plus (du vent).<br />Celui qui parle beaucoup (du Tao) est souvent réduit au silence.<br />Il vaut mieux observer le milieu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110816611485696961?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1108164864844604062005-02-11T15:24:00.000-08:002005-02-11T16:05:05.676-08:00<strong>I. Ehrfurcht vor dem Geheimnis des Unergründlichen</strong><br />Das Unergründliche, das man ergründen kann, ist nicht das unergründbar Letzte. Der Begriff, durch den man begreifen kann, zeugt nicht vom Unbegreiflichen. Im Unbegreiflichen liegt der Welt Beginn, nennbar wird nur, was Gestalt gewinnt.Daher gilt: Das Wesen erschaut, wer wunschlos zum Herzen der Dinge strebt; Gestalten nur sieht, wer begehrlich am Sinnlichen klebt. Wesen und Gestalt sind nur begrifflich gespalten, geheimnisvoll bleibt ihrer Einheit Grund. Diese Einheit ist das Geheimnis der Geheimnisse, zu allem Unergründlichen erst das Tor.<br /> <br /><strong>II. Das Offenbarwerden des Wesentlichen im Gegensatz</strong><br />Wir wissen: Schönheit wird als Schönheit nur erkannt,wenn Nichtschönheit bewusst wird. Das Gute wird als Gutes nur erkannt, wenn Nichtgutes bewusst wird. Seyn und Nichtseyn erzeugen einander; Schweres kann nur Seyn, wo auch Leichtes ist; Großes nur, wo Kleines ist; Hohes dort, wo Tiefes ist. Stimme und Ton bedingen die Kiangwelt. Vergangenheit und Zukunft bedingen die Zeit. Darum wirkt der Weyse durch Nichtwirken; lehrt durch Schweigen; ist allem geöffnet, was auf ihn zukommt; erzeugt und behält nichts; schafft Werke und fragt nicht nach der Frucht der Werke; vollendet und steht immer wieder am Anfang: All sein Tun quillt aus Herzensgründen.<br /> <br /><strong>III. Nichtwirken -- Grundsatz aller Menschenführung</strong><br />Die Fähigen auszeichnen, das heißt: im Volke Streber erziehen. Das Seltene preisen, das heißt: die Neider locken. Die Begierden reizen, das heißt: die Herzen verwirren.<br />Daher weckt ein weiser Fürst keine Leidenschaften, sondern sorgt für Zufriedenheit;<br />weckt keine Begierden, sondern läßt sein Volk in sich stark Seyn; weckt keinen Wissensdrang, sondern fördert die Herzensbildung. Er selbst wirkt-ohne zu wirken<br />und erwirkt gerade dadurch die Ordnung des Reichs.<br /> <br /><strong>IV. Die Unerkennbarkeit des Weltenurgrundes</strong><br />Wesenlos ist das Unergründliche, die Wesen lösend von ihrem Seyn; abgründig tief ist es, alles Seyenden Grund. Es mildert das Scharfe, klärt das Wirre, dämpft das Grelle,<br />macht sich eins mit dem Unscheinbaren. Qellgrund des Schweigensl Nicht scheinst Du zu wirkenl Ich weiß nicht, woher Du kommst. Du scheinst älter zu sein als selbst der Gott des Himmels.<br /> <br /><strong>V. Schöpferisches Unbekümmertsein</strong><br />Das All kennt keine Liebe; es schreitet über alles hinweg, als wäre es nichts. Auch der Weyse kennt keine Liebe, wie Menschen sie kennen; natürliche Bande verpflichten ihn nicht.(Denn mehr als Liebe ist, was im All und im Weysen wirkt.) Wie des Schmiedes Blasebalg, in sich leer, doch höchste Glut und edelstes Schaffen ermöglicht, wenn er im Innern bewegt wird, so wirkt aus dem Nichts schöpferisch das All; so wirkt der schweigende Mensch, der ledigen Gemüts ist. Wer aber nicht schweigen kann, der erschöpft sich.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110816486484460406?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1108160119400117502005-02-11T14:12:00.000-08:002005-02-11T14:15:19.403-08:00For he hath given me the true knowledge of the things that are: to know the disposition of the whole world, and the virtues of the elements, The beginning, and ending, and midst of the times, the alterations of their courses, and the changes of seasons, The revolutions of the year, and the dispositions of the stars, The natures of living creatures, and rage of wild beasts, the force of winds, and reasonings of men, the diversities of plants, and the virtues of roots, And all such things as are hid, and not foreseen, I have learned: for wisdom, which is the worker of all things, taught me. For in her is the spirit of understanding; holy, <strong>one</strong>, manifold, subtile, eloquent, active, undefiled, sure, sweet, loving that which is good, quick, which nothing hindereth, beneficent, Gentle, kind, steadfast, assured, secure, having all power, overseeing all things, and containing all spirits: intelligible, pure, subtile: For wisdom is more active than all active things; and reacheth everywhere, by reason of her purity For she is a vapour of the power of God, and a certain pure emmanation of the glory of the Almighty God: and therefore no defiled thing cometh into her. For she is the brightness of eternal light, and the unspotted mirror of God's majesty, and the image of his goodness. <strong>And being but one, <em>she</em> can do all things: and remaining in herself the same, <em>she</em> reneweth all things</strong>, and through nations conveyeth herself into holy souls, she maketh the friends of God and prophets. For God loveth none but him that dwelleth with wisdom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110816011940011750?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1107354506520013012005-02-02T15:26:00.000-08:002005-02-02T08:12:20.330-08:00just got smoked. <br />with a line. <br />Jung? <br />collective unconsciousness? <br /> <br />en als pointe <br />kwam er niets. <br /> <br />was it just namedropping? <br /> <br />Confuus, Carthaginem? <br /> <br />But still, i always want to make sure. <br />Can someone enlighten me? <br /> <br />Het collectief onderbewuste? <br /> <br />Ce n'était pas pour dire n'importe quoi, <br />-je pense-. <br />donc je voudrais savoir, <br />des choses sur ce subliminal collectif. <br />De Jung, on me dit? <br /> <br />Moet ik dan maar dringend eens een stukje van lezen. <br /> <br />War Jung ein Östenreicher? <br />Ich Weiss es nicht. <br />Interessiert mich minder, <br />dann das kollectives Unterbewusstsein. <br /> <br />Zou dat niet hetzelfde zijn waar Plato het over had? <br /> <br />BILL HICKS: <br />"Today a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves. - Here's Tom with the weather". <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Matrix, Jung?, Jezus, Plato, Siddartah. <br /> En misschien Bäal en Asjarte? <br /> Maar duidelijk Lao-Tse. <br /> Wat ging er in godsnaam verkeerd? <br /> What went over? <br /> Qui? <br /> Wie? <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110735450652001301?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110122938600497802005-01-27T09:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:28:58.600-08:00Job: moving it all back to square 1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012293860049780?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110122382662132332005-01-26T09:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:27:27.520-08:00job: closing assistance (secure volatile aquipment)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012238266213233?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110122297058189242005-01-23T08:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:24:13.176-08:00job: opening fair, general assistance<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012229705818924?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110122211410479022005-01-22T09:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:22:21.200-08:00job: still there, finish build-up<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012221141047902?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110121042098380512005-01-19T09:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:11:22.873-08:00job: general assistance during build-up<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012104209838051?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1110120984446832492005-01-18T09:00:00.000-08:002005-03-06T07:30:00.153-08:00Company: organisation of Interio, an interior decoration industries fair in Flanders Expo.(www.textirama.be)<br /><br />location: Poortackerstraat, St.-Denijs Westrem.<br /><br />wage: € 12,65/h<br /><br />job: moving of equipment from the company office<br /> to Flanders Expo, installing network, phone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-111012098444683249?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105277243618586292005-01-09T05:27:00.000-08:002005-01-09T05:40:54.560-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/129/2911/320/howling%20at%20the%20moon.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #001001; 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margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81321542@N00/3984913/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/3984913_50b6c86aaa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81321542@N00/3984913/"></a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81321542@N00/">dv8fmow</a>. </span></div><br clear="all" /><a href="http://www.blueapplelane.tk"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110708225378891830?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105289424370366212005-01-08T23:59:00.000-08:002005-01-09T09:00:54.586-08:000000 <br />0001 <br />0010 <br />0011 <br />0100 <br />0101 <br />0110 <br />0111 <br />1000 <br />1001 <br />1010 <br />1011 <br />1100 <br />1101 <br />1111<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110528942437036621?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105206839685800472005-01-08T09:53:00.000-08:002005-01-08T09:53:59.686-08:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81321542@N00/2232334/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/2232334_5f44eeeb65_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81321542@N00/2232334/">dime</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81321542@N00/">dv8fmow</a>. </span></div>i wanted this guitar,<br />more than any other.<br />But now he's dead.<br />i don't know.<br />why should i pay?<br />plastic-lovers:<br /><br />washburn<br />Dime 2ST Stealth Signature Model Product #515277<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110520683968580047?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105016740345520052005-01-06T15:03:00.000-08:002005-01-06T05:20:57.916-08:00. <br /><strong>Deel 1: inleiding</strong> <br /> <br />Om De Tijd te doden <br />Om niet hier te zijn <br />Om even nu te zijn <br /><em>Zonder later </em> <br /> <br />Maar dan weer later <br />En dan weer vroeger <br />En eigenlijk niet hier <br />Maar eigenlijk ook niet daar. <br /> <br />Ik geloof hem niet <br />ik geloof hem niet <br />ik geloof hem niet <br />GOED <br /> <br />Zonder later <br />Om even nu te zijn <br />Om niet hier te zijn <br /><em>Om de tijd te doden</em> <br /> <br />Moet je daar een god voor zijn? <br />Of toch nog iets veel kleiners? <br />Hoe groter is de afstand dan <br />tot hemels bestaan? <br /> <br />Ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet <br />Ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet <br />Ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet ik geloof hem niet <br /><strong>GOED</strong> <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Deel 2: Nog steeds op zoek naar dat deel van jezelf?</strong> <br /> <br />Om De Tijd te doden <br />Om niet hier te zijn <br />Zal ik alles geven <br />en nemen tegelijk. <br /> <br />Geen gedenkteken voor mijn betekenisloos bestaan, <br />het stof in mij zal voedsel zijn. <br />Tot het juiste mengsel is ontstaan, <br />tot eeuwigheid van cirkels is rondgegaan, <br />ben ik nutteloos en onmisbaar. <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Deel 3: Alles 1 - in mijn gedachten.</strong> <br /> <br />Goed? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110501674034552005?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105275551285443292005-01-05T13:33:00.000-08:002005-11-05T11:06:27.873-08:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/129/2911/320/jack_edited.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/129/2911/200/jack_edited.jpg'></a><br />Jack<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110527555128544329?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105007829145793062004-12-31T18:00:00.000-08:002005-01-09T07:09:05.810-08:00. <br />http://www.onderzoek-libido.be/ <br />. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110500782914579306?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1105287185956109052004-12-31T15:23:00.000-08:002005-01-09T08:36:36.246-08:00This post needs a picture <br />- yet to be recovered - <br />of my crash, on the moment i've timed this post. <br />strange things indeed. <br />strange times aswell. <br />i'm not dead. <br />i feel my spine. <br />the pains in my head. <br />we will get there <br />in time. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110528718595610905?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103420838368478782004-12-19T14:49:00.000-08:002004-12-20T04:24:58.036-08:00<a href="http://www.digital-brilliance.com/necron/necron.htm#What"><span style="color:#3333ff;">http://www.digital-brilliance.com/necron/necron.htm#What</span></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110342083836847878?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103475208294868102004-12-19T08:42:00.000-08:002004-12-20T04:25:49.616-08:00<a href="http://www.ai.mit.edu/~shivers/rants/scum.html"><span style="color:#3333ff;">http://www.ai.mit.edu/~shivers/rants/scum.html</span></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110347520829486810?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103286520149206022004-12-17T14:22:00.000-08:002004-12-21T06:00:10.360-08:00Das Goetes Buch? <br />Oder die eier von satan? <br /><a href="http://www.philosophisches-lesen.de/heidegger/suz/enzyklopaedie.html#selbsteinschaetzung+des+werkes"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.philosophisches-lesen.de/heidegger/suz/enzyklopaedie.html#selbsteinschaetzung+des+werkes</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110328652014920602?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103042138802262052004-12-14T18:03:00.000-08:002004-12-16T04:48:15.063-08:00Buck dich befehl ich dir <br />wende dein Antlitz ab von mir <br />dein Gesicht ist mir egal <br />buck dich... noch einmal <br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(rammstein: "Buck dich")</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110304213880226205?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103037666526517932004-12-14T16:23:00.000-08:002004-12-14T08:19:12.793-08:00<strong>Some of them stick like jelly to a carpet <br /></strong> <br />01. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant. <br />02. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. <br />03. Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't either. <br />04. If the effort that went in research on the female bosom had gone into our space program, we would now be running hot-dog stands on the moon. <br />05. Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got. <br />06. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself. <br />07. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. <br />08. There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love. <br />09. It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious. <br />10. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. <br />11.The best things in the world are free --- and worth every penny of it. <br />12. Money can't buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position. <br />13. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. <br />14. When a man's wife learns to understand him, she usually stops listening to him. <br />15. The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the same ones she can't stand years later. <br /> <br />16. Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight. <br /> <br /> <br />17. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. <br />18. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. <br />19. The best ones are already taken <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110303766652651793?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103285070220047742004-11-30T12:00:00.000-08:002005-01-09T06:54:43.076-08:00tussen 3 en 4 ligt de helft van 7 <br /> <br />between 3 and 4 lies half of 7 <br /> <br />entre 3 et 4 se trouve la motié de 7 <br /> <br />zwischen 3 und 4 liegt die hälfte von 7 <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110328507022004774?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103281002618605412004-11-20T20:00:00.000-08:002005-01-09T06:57:48.790-08:00in the IEF framework the medium (“the solvent”) is represented by a continuous medium characterized by some specific macroscopic physical properties, in particular its dielectric permittivity. the molecular system under scrutiny (“the solute”) is assumed to be immersed in such continuous medium, or better in a cavity of proper form and dimension (the molecular cavity) created inside it. <br /><a href="http://filmfilostoverij.blogspot.com/">http://filmfilostoverij.blogspot.com/</a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110328100261860541?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9607637.post-1103029973244119352004-11-09T15:33:00.000-08:002005-01-09T06:59:17.490-08:00Langzaam vergaat het schip in de wolken <br />en het kraakt zachter dan de wind huilen kan <br />- ze luisteren zelden naar dat lied, maar zingen wel de woorden van het refrein - <br />(EENZAAMHEID) is het woord tussen haakjes in een zin die niets zegt <br /> <br />en ik word grijs tussen sterren. <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Silence before the storm</strong> <br /> <br />slowly, the ship perishes in the clowds <br />and it moans more softly than the wind can howl <br />- they seldom listen to that song, but they do sing the words of the chorus - <br />(solitude)is the word between brackets in a phrase that says nothing. <br /> <br />and i become grey between stars <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Silence avant l'orage</strong> <br /> <br />Lentement, le navire sombre dans les nuages <br />et il gémit plus doucement que le vent peut souffler <br />- Ils écoutent rarement cette chanson, mais ils chantent les mots du refrain- <br />(solitude) est le mot entre crochets dans une phrase qui ne dit rien. <br /> <br />et je deviens gris entre étoiles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9607637-110302997324411935?l=beeldenstroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dv8flowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663714325992206966noreply@blogger.com1