[Sabbe Fhtagn]'s diary

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Written about Tuesday 2009-01-06
Written: (3964 days ago)

today is my birthday 21 years old and i'm paintig the closet in the hallway -_-

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Written about Wednesday 2008-04-02
Written: (4243 days ago)

I must drink beer.
Beer is the mind-killer.
Beer is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my beer.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
When the beer has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

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Written about Wednesday 2008-03-26
Written: (4250 days ago)

so i worked two days -_- that was it :p lucas called and the's prepairing my apprenticeship, and when the money comes nin i'm gonna buy some tattoo equipment and experiment on myself

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Written about Tuesday 2008-03-04
Written: (4272 days ago)

so i've almost found work that a yey part for me and can start a piercing apprenticeship in about 6months to a year at body design in gent
but i also talked to my normal artist lucas and i had to send him a motivational e-mail and he's gonna think about it to use me as a apprentice.

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Written about Thursday 2008-01-17
Written: (4319 days ago)

This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in our world which again stains our land and every one of our lives. It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown.
They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this world of ours. Why? What has violence ever accomplished?
What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet. No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders.
A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.
Whenever any human life is taken by another person unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.

"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs." Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment.
We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some humans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home.
Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them. Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors.
This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done.
When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered. We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers. Yet we know what we must do.
It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something.
Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.

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Written about Saturday 2007-12-22
Written: (4345 days ago)
Next in thread: 1000948

The Fight:
What does it mean and where does it come from?
An Essay:
Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe.
A punker. Still a man. He is alone in the universe,
but he connects. How? They hit each other.
No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive. Now. Complications. A reason to fight.
Somebody different. Difference creates dispute.
Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain.
So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason.
Final analysis:
To fight, a reason to live.
Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist.
I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is.
But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks,
there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting.
The circle goes like this:
our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals,
even freedom.
But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy. This contradiction was becoming clear to me in the fall of '85. Even as early as my first party,
"Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still,
I don't understand it.
It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist.
But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM. That's what we did.
It's what we always did.
Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks, punks kicked the shit out of mods, mods kicked the shit out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys,
and the heavy metal guys beat the living shit out of new wavers and the new wavers did nothing.
What was the point?
Final summation?      None.

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Written about Tuesday 2007-08-21
Written: (4468 days ago)

[.:CAPRICORN:.] The passionate Lover

Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irrestible, awesome kisser. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. BY FAR the BEST in BED. Very sexy. Coolest. Loves to own Gemini's in sports.
Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Loves to be your first. So you'll never forget. Smart.

yeah i'm good :p

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Written about Saturday 2007-08-11
Written: (4478 days ago)
Next in thread: 966085

a guy posted this on IAMbme
this is from a sketch show "kids in the hall"
and i just found it to good to just let it alone

Dave: Hi, my name’s Dave Foley, and something you might not know about me is that … I have a good attitude towards menstruation.

That’s right, I’m the guy! The guy with a good attitude towards menstruation!

Oh, I know a lot of men are made uncomfortable by this monthly miracle. But not me. No, I embrace it. Embrace it the way the way some men embrace the weekend! Why I anticipate it the way a child anticipates Christmas!

Did you know that in alot of native Indian cultures, menstruating woman were forced to leave the village, lest their powerful magic should overwhelm the Shaman? If I were Shaman, I wouldn’t be so competitive. I’d be more open and giving. I’d be a shaman with … a good attitude towards menstruation!

‘Cause after all, what is it? A cluster of blood vessels, awaiting a fertilized egg. Providing a safe warm place for that egg to grow. And if a life does not occur, the whole thing is flushed away, and the cycle begins again. Now is that anything to be ashamed of or disgusted by? No, this is the nesting stuff of humanity!

That’s why the woman I shall love will be able to menstruate as fully and freely as she desires. Even if her monthly flow should build in intensity to a raging rust-coloured torrent! An unbridled river of life giving blood flowing from between her legs! An awesome cataract plunging off the edge of our couch. I wouldn’t be fazed! No, no, even if coureur de bois would come up stream, battling the rapids, and singing a jaunty song, I would take no offense, rather I would ford across that mighty womanly river, and fetch herbal tea and Pamprin.

And then I would mop her brow and admire her fecundity.

For I…Have A Good Attitude….Towards MENSTRUATION!

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Written about Monday 2007-04-09
Written: (4602 days ago)

_____________________

[I need:] love and hate to survive
[I find:] that humans are destroying the earth
[I want:] a other world created by me
[I have:] everything but a world to call my own
[I wish:] for nothing for most wished don't come true
[I hate:] all humans but a few
[I fear:] nothing
[I am:] the pain you feel, the earth you walk on, the water you drink, the fire that keeps you warm, the air you breath, the womb that gives you life, the love you feel, i'm the univers you live in I am a angel of darkness
[I love:] some that are close to me
[I miss:] nothing
[I feel:] everything
[I know:] all
[I crave:] for the touch of flesh
[I should:] bring a darkness upon the humans
[I search:] chaos
[I wonder:] what time is
[I regret:]opening my hart to a few because they just destroyd it

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