- „Do you believe in getting even?“
- „Do I believe in revenge?“
- „Yes.“
- „I definitely believe in revenge.“
„I absolutely believe in revenge.“
- „People always say that revenge is a dish best served cold, it’s better....
It’s good any time you get it. You know, any chance you have for revenge – take!
Never let that pass you by!
I do, I believe in revenge.
I don’t believe in forgiveness, however. It might be ethnic because forgiveness is a Christian thing. I mean forgiveness in fact, is Christianity. That is what Christianity is.
I mean everyone was Jewish, then came Christ, he said „I’ll forgive you“, and „Oooh“, they all went. Naturally it’s a much bigger religion, but the Jewish god is not an avenging God, the Jewish God is a judge. You know? So I would say that I am very judgmental.“
Fran Lebowitz
Friday, April 08, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
future perfect
My next girlfriend has soft skin and an intoxicating scent.
My girlfriend starts where I end.
I know this cant really be, but ... nevertheless.
My new girlfriend stores her nail-polish in the fridge, right next to the bottle of rum.
She bakes. She cleans the kitchen on her fours. A mesmerizing sight.
My girlfriend comes up to me and steals a hug.
When it’s late at night - a cuddle on the couch.
My girlfriend lets me know she needs me, and let’s me go when I need things so.
My girlfriend will spread her thighs to be mine.
Her hair will brush my face when we make love.
My new girlfriend reads a book before bed.
She will know, I make sure, she will know.... I love her.
My girlfriend starts where I end.
I know this cant really be, but ... nevertheless.
My new girlfriend stores her nail-polish in the fridge, right next to the bottle of rum.
She bakes. She cleans the kitchen on her fours. A mesmerizing sight.
My girlfriend comes up to me and steals a hug.
When it’s late at night - a cuddle on the couch.
My girlfriend lets me know she needs me, and let’s me go when I need things so.
My girlfriend will spread her thighs to be mine.
Her hair will brush my face when we make love.
My new girlfriend reads a book before bed.
She will know, I make sure, she will know.... I love her.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
you're the mother of God, look it!
I’m am surrounded by lonely people. People who go to bed and wake up alone, with their little hearts bursting from pain and longing.
It’s been a while, it is bound to stop - any day now.
Except that it doesn’t.
So we wake, stumble out of bed, hoping that maybe today, universe willing, will be the day we meet someone that we could
love like we’ve never been hurt before.
That would make this pain go. Soften, lessen – anything?!
In the meantime. I drink. I go out. I nurse hangovers.
Do the things I don’t really want to be doing.
I mourn. You.
I just don’t know what else to do.
How else to kill the pain.
Kill love?
How to survive, how to resurrect?
Months have passed – I still feel you.
It’s been a while, it is bound to stop - any day now.
Except that it doesn’t.
So we wake, stumble out of bed, hoping that maybe today, universe willing, will be the day we meet someone that we could
love like we’ve never been hurt before.
That would make this pain go. Soften, lessen – anything?!
In the meantime. I drink. I go out. I nurse hangovers.
Do the things I don’t really want to be doing.
I mourn. You.
I just don’t know what else to do.
How else to kill the pain.
Kill love?
How to survive, how to resurrect?
Months have passed – I still feel you.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
mercy
Kõik, mida endas vihkad - anna endale andeks.
Kõik, mida endas armastad - anna endale andeks.
Kõik, mida häbened.
Kõik, mille üle uhkust tunned.
Kõik, mida tahad varjata.
Kõik, mida tahad näidata.
Kõik, mis ei tulnud välja, nagu kavatsetud.
Kõik, mis sa oled.
Kõik, mis sa olla tahtsid.
Anna endale andeks.
/Jonas Gardell/
Kõik, mida endas armastad - anna endale andeks.
Kõik, mida häbened.
Kõik, mille üle uhkust tunned.
Kõik, mida tahad varjata.
Kõik, mida tahad näidata.
Kõik, mis ei tulnud välja, nagu kavatsetud.
Kõik, mis sa oled.
Kõik, mis sa olla tahtsid.
Anna endale andeks.
/Jonas Gardell/
Thursday, January 27, 2011
timeline
You know. The glimpses of my former life have started flashing just recently. A second here and two seconds there.
Pictures of my former self. Of times when I was happy and confident and actually had a clue as to where I was heading. Or at least I thought I had a clue. And that’s a huge difference for you.
Of the times when I wasn’t being pulled underwater by a fucking ticking bomb attached to my foot.
My time was spent in crazy and romantic, long distance relationships; that would jet me across state lines, continents and oceans.
When did love and relationships turn into something so banal. One city, dust balls under the bed, the suffocation?
It’s a weird time warp – going back and forth like this. That I partly like, and partly maybe, even dislike.
But I am getting over, and I am getting out of this sinkhole that is - you.
That is me and you created over the years.
Pictures of my former self. Of times when I was happy and confident and actually had a clue as to where I was heading. Or at least I thought I had a clue. And that’s a huge difference for you.
Of the times when I wasn’t being pulled underwater by a fucking ticking bomb attached to my foot.
My time was spent in crazy and romantic, long distance relationships; that would jet me across state lines, continents and oceans.
When did love and relationships turn into something so banal. One city, dust balls under the bed, the suffocation?
It’s a weird time warp – going back and forth like this. That I partly like, and partly maybe, even dislike.
But I am getting over, and I am getting out of this sinkhole that is - you.
That is me and you created over the years.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
different to, different from
I simply miss you.
I miss you, being you.
Your routines, your skin, your smell.
Your shape.
Your silly little philosophies.
I miss standing in the bathroom watching you apply your night cream.
How you would do it so very gracefully. You always said you were doing it exactly like your mother. You'd watched her as a child.
I would stand behind you and not look at you, but at the reflection of you in the mirror. Your face would look different from that angle.
Different to real life. I always found it fascinating.
I don't know how to gracefully apply night cream. And every time I ungracefully stumble through it, I think of you.
Without make up, your face would often look incredibly tired before bed, making you appear considerably older than you actually are. I never told you this. I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
I loved that tiredness too, for it was so very intimate.
I miss kissing you good-night.
I simply, miss you.
I miss you, being you.
Your routines, your skin, your smell.
Your shape.
Your silly little philosophies.
I miss standing in the bathroom watching you apply your night cream.
How you would do it so very gracefully. You always said you were doing it exactly like your mother. You'd watched her as a child.
I would stand behind you and not look at you, but at the reflection of you in the mirror. Your face would look different from that angle.
Different to real life. I always found it fascinating.
I don't know how to gracefully apply night cream. And every time I ungracefully stumble through it, I think of you.
Without make up, your face would often look incredibly tired before bed, making you appear considerably older than you actually are. I never told you this. I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
I loved that tiredness too, for it was so very intimate.
I miss kissing you good-night.
I simply, miss you.
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