questions in an entertaining fashion

- „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

future perfect

My next girlfriend has soft skin and an intoxicating scent.

My girlfriend starts where I end.

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 next girlfriend reads a book before bed.

My girlfriend comes up to me and steals a hug. A cuddle on the couch. My new girlfriend will spread her thighs to be mine.

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. Like never 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.
Months have passed – I still feel you.

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 night cream.
How you would do it so very gracefully. You always said you got it from 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.

drake passage

I’m cutting you off. And it’s killing me.
Which is funny because I’m cutting you off to
achieve exactly the opposite.
To survive.

i told the Alps

that I love you.
I knelt in the snow, breathing in the crisp air and the magnificent view, and let the Universe know (for a gazillionth of time) that I... Simply... Love you.
It was a day I could actually see more than two feet further from my nose.
Much appreciated.


There’s certain beauty in chaos - howling wind and biting temperatures – only when appropriately dressed. I was; and I wasn’t. Like with all things in life.


I went up the mountain thinking of you and I came down thinking of the ascent. What a relief.

I took that turn. On my toes at a 75 degree angle. Then I swapped over, and took another 75 degrees on my heels. And I could not see a thing. Just the wind howling.
Funny thing, our bodies. Mine is a good little vessel.
If only I knew where I was heading.
I have a cold sore on my lips and a frost-bitten nose.
I’ve roughed it up just lately.

get home safe

I don’t remember if we held hands. I hope we were at some point. Because it was a wonderful night, and we should have. We should have. We had had a nice dinner. And we were having a good long conversation whereas we were not talking past each other.

Money was running tight. So we walked the hour, west to east. 110st to 89st. We made a L-shape route around the edge of Central Park, surreally alive and loud with wildlife – insects and birds. The homeless were settling down to claimed park benches. Ready for the night.

We walked past a fighting gay couple and two homeless guys. One of them, all ragged, looked at us long and hard, and said – „You get home safe!“.