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Feb 2019
1.

Am I Dutch? No, my mother is. Dad has given me the name

of Tipon, before he wanted to throw me off the Inca, or Mayan,

sacred cliffs. Our world is bilingual, on the metro, bus and tram,

the next generation will be metropolitan on their ID- card. Europe

is also French, and German, and whatever we call the north.


Who invented the LED bulb light? One with incandescent arrogance,

a politician, and maybe Swedish? I am only half Dutch, offspring and

fresh aired. She was young and innocent, so they told me. The story

of a beautiful love, her father said in a statement. How is it that I am

ugly? This is my mystery. I'm lost and innocent too. A dad for a dog.


2.

Tipon, Tipon, BMW, BMW, white, white sideline, long

roads, through the tunnels. Age between 22 and 24, I

live in Rotterdam, a millennial, 2000+. Window and rain, BMW,

BMW, swipe, swipe shield. Ample visual, a hurting desire

to see beyond. 20 Years, dancing on a star, it's raining, I am Tipon.
Tipon is a fictional son from a novel I wrote. He wants to become a poet, and he is 20 years old. His father died, stabbed to death in front of their house, when he was about four years old. He has a sister, Emma, and getting married to Dutch dude, Eric van der S. In august. Mom is happy and living with her partner, Koos. Seth is nearly 16 and he is playing hockey, and sometimes rugby. An ordinary tale from home... Tipon is in love with his teacher, who is married and is twenty years his senior. I am the author, MCTaytelbaum.
Tipon
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Tipon  20/M/Netherlands
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