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naam: Manisthrope
latijns:poecilus cupreus
features: I am a dreamer and yet i like to think of myself as somewhat a philosipher. I have an aquired personality, and i am who i am. Whenever i find out who that may be, ill be sure to let you know, but for now ill leave it up to your imagination.
homepage:http://explicit-existance.blogspot.com/

To Manisthrope. 		my bike...bike.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 15:02
was stolen too. i got it back. i was walking home bikelessly one evening and though just once i would take the shortcut. i dont like shortcuts, they are often so boring and lack mystery. and what is life without mystery? and there it was. just laying there helplessly, waiting for me to come rescue it. and so i did, i jumped on my bike and rode home. if your bike is meant to be a piece of the puzzle. a piece of who you are, where you walk one evening, or how you feel about shortcuts, then it will return to you. everything returns if it is meant to.

To Manisthrope. 		..shell.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:53
to keep your aspirations way inside you under that hard shell where only the smallest of krill could crawl in and discover whatever it is that goes on inside that image. into the color and the texture of it all. beyond the smooth surface.. to make it all so tansparent.... that tiny adventurer is me!

To Nothing. 		tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt name, 06 Okt 2006 14:08
rtweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

To Manisthrope. 		curl... roots.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:41
into a ball. and cover al signs of dignity. no, that isnt how its done. get up and face the roots, do not back down. jump around make them scared of you chase them till they can no longer spread.... ahhh!

To Manisthrope. 		destoying...web.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:39
a human spiders web strand by strand. these kind of illuminations to lie are only achieved ny visiting your site my love...

To Manisthrope. 		destoying...web.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:39
a spiders nest strand by strand. these kind of illuminations to lie are only achieved ny visiting your site my love...

To Manisthrope. 		but...dreaming.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:28
to dream is lifes heaven. to craete you own wonderland. a place of visual imagination. pure magnificence!

To Nonicname. 		yes Nonicname, 07 Jun 2004 03:12
yes yes- where are you and you hanging around these days?

To Manisthrope. 		disappearing...winner.here Manisthrope, 06 Jun 2004 14:03
slowly into vast sections of what the insects buzzing around my face are telling me is reality. cant handle the pressure. forming a hate for this so called 'real' world... need to get out... need to escape. i myself am wandering out of sight...

To Manisthrope. 		...fly.here Manisthrope, 28 Feb 2004 17:15
The morning smells of fruit flies as they eat away at the decaying night.

explicit-existance.blogspot.com/

To Nothing. 		dissappearing... Anica, 06 Jun 2004 13:55
slowly into vast sections of what the insects buzzing around my face are telling me is reality. cant handle the pressure. forming a hate for this so called 'real' world... need to get out... need to escape.

To Neilsworld. 		and.... Neilsworld, 05 Sep 2005 11:57
...the squashed hedgehog out by the bus stop. They land on the commuters and puke on them. Some flies take the bus. Some get off in town and go to McDonalds. Some ride the bus all day for free, round and round, spewing on the dumbarse commuters who are feeling all fresh and clean after their oblution sessions. Flies are not as silly as commuters.

To Manisthrope. 		WOW...answer.here Manisthrope, 28 Feb 2004 17:09
Such eloquence. I think i am in love with this creater. Someone i have not yet met. Not yet known th age or sex of which. Maybe i am just in love with your work. Yes. That is it. The masterpieces.

To Nothing. 		missing u, 13 Sep 2004 18:39
thinking of u



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