The days back in the UK are pleasant. Now. The flight back, especially the 4h-stop-over in Doha last week was rubbish. Thinking of HER, the past with HER, the nearly impossible future with HER and how SHE said he should know that the last two week had been the best they'd ever spent together - just in case they should never see each other again. It scared the bloke.
Plane crash, car crash, the planet spontaneously combusting. Demise can come in various forms, he thought, while devouring a GBP 10 snack combined of a Spice Meat-Ball Chiabata, Diet coke and a White Coffee at the Doha Int.Airport branch of Costa Coffee.
The days back in the UK are pleasant because he knew SHE fine. Because he held HER hand when he felt asleep, because he was with HER when "Impossible" played on the iPod attached to the docking station in a hotel on the island, because he could rest his hand on her upper leg when she fell asleep whist he was driving down to the island -
he falls asleep. the tv's playing Lady GaGA...as he...
October 6, 2009
October 1, 2009
2 weeks - and the aftermath
He's been back for a week now after spending two with her; the best they've ever had together, according to HER own words.
July 24, 2009
around July 20 09
he talked to HER on Skype again after a weekend on the piss which almost cost him his job, took him to the Isle of Wight and left him in distress on Monday. When SHE talked to him, he bathed in the sound of HER voice; too knackered from work to do HER justice, he just reacted to what SHE was saying: SHE was doing well-meeting next day----MISS YOU!-"miss you,too" he replied and sunk into a sleep.
July 14, 2009
14/07/09 2400
Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you
July 2, 2009
Once again, SHE called. First time at 4:06am. Apologized, said she would ring back later; and did. After mid-day GMT. While he was at work and asked him to sort something out.
His day continued till late. On his way back, Heart 102.6 was playing "Against All Odds":
How can i just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When i stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
When all i can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what i've got to face
His day continued till late. On his way back, Heart 102.6 was playing "Against All Odds":
How can i just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When i stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
When all i can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what i've got to face
June 25, 2009
24/06/09 past 10pm
he talked to HER on Skype after being locked out by his house mate - and 12h of work;
he might have learned since then and hence know what SHE was playing, and might have learned what SHE is still playing -- yet, he felt like ...nothing but HER...
...and all along this was playing:
And we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
he might have learned since then and hence know what SHE was playing, and might have learned what SHE is still playing -- yet, he felt like ...nothing but HER...
...and all along this was playing:
And we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
June 16, 2009
from the records of "he" [pt.2 - Thai files - Oct. '07]
Down there in the yard the cat with the gray coat is swiftly going after the one with the black one. Up here in the safety of the 3rd floor I’m not bothered if I vomited all over the place. It’s simple; like being on a plane on a plane. Sanitary environments discourage puke, that is a fact, whereas filthy ones do. Just think of your last trip down to the stadium of your choice. The bogs in particular.
The air conditioner is hissing out his job at a steady 24 degrees Celsius. In order to achieve this it has to occasionally increase its efforts which results in an increase of noise in the newly refurbished flat. THE TEAM has lost again , so a continuation of solitary drinking would be welcome.
As it is past midnight, the local law prohibits the sell of alcohol, though. The enforcement is weak, however.
No real obstacle then.
The air conditioner is hissing out his job at a steady 24 degrees Celsius. In order to achieve this it has to occasionally increase its efforts which results in an increase of noise in the newly refurbished flat. THE TEAM has lost again , so a continuation of solitary drinking would be welcome.
As it is past midnight, the local law prohibits the sell of alcohol, though. The enforcement is weak, however.
No real obstacle then.
from the records of "he" [ pt.1]
Have you ever had the feeling that after being in a relationship for four years you've actually had a more intense relationship with your toilet seat than with your partner; not merely physically but mentally speaking in particular?
And have you ever woken up one winter’s day and found out that the one you were with during all those years, the one who told you she loved you more than life and who called you ‘darling’ had very little in common with the one who you thought she was?
Most of all: have you ever had the intuition, ready-made spaghetti and meat balls with draft beer while watching a film starring Dane Cook could really make your evening after being with somebody for a period that length of a time?
If this is the case, please prepare a nice cup of Knorr Soup and share the following pages with me in pain and relieve. Dear reader: welcome to ………..
And have you ever woken up one winter’s day and found out that the one you were with during all those years, the one who told you she loved you more than life and who called you ‘darling’ had very little in common with the one who you thought she was?
Most of all: have you ever had the intuition, ready-made spaghetti and meat balls with draft beer while watching a film starring Dane Cook could really make your evening after being with somebody for a period that length of a time?
If this is the case, please prepare a nice cup of Knorr Soup and share the following pages with me in pain and relieve. Dear reader: welcome to ………..
April 21, 2009
The call
Yesterday, whilst he was just finishing his workout, his phone rang. It was SHE. After overcoming connection problems, they spoke.
It was the most unproblematic and relaxed conversation they’ve ever had. Verbal bliss, so to speak. He realized how much everything had changed - and how he still loved SHE; loved her beyond words.
SHE told him that SHE missed him and (he had stopped writing his previously almost daily email news letters to her a few weeks as he felt ridiculous and making an utter fool of himself; for various reasons.) missed his correspondences.
And that SHE loved him.
It was like people must feel when they’re being told that they have only a week left to live: he put the phone down, gobsmacked, yet utterly unaware of what was actually said. As if a faint acquaintance had just told him that the weather in New York at the moment was like it had always been at that time of the year or that chocolate tasted sweet.
Bit by bit, during the rest of his day off and during a tediously long day at work, it came to him what he had witnessed. It was as if all the pain and suffering in the whole universe just by-passed him in a strange and indifferent way.
He truly was at peace.
It was the most unproblematic and relaxed conversation they’ve ever had. Verbal bliss, so to speak. He realized how much everything had changed - and how he still loved SHE; loved her beyond words.
SHE told him that SHE missed him and (he had stopped writing his previously almost daily email news letters to her a few weeks as he felt ridiculous and making an utter fool of himself; for various reasons.) missed his correspondences.
And that SHE loved him.
It was like people must feel when they’re being told that they have only a week left to live: he put the phone down, gobsmacked, yet utterly unaware of what was actually said. As if a faint acquaintance had just told him that the weather in New York at the moment was like it had always been at that time of the year or that chocolate tasted sweet.
Bit by bit, during the rest of his day off and during a tediously long day at work, it came to him what he had witnessed. It was as if all the pain and suffering in the whole universe just by-passed him in a strange and indifferent way.
He truly was at peace.
April 12, 2009
April 5, 2009
[sic] from the records of a mate... R.I.P., P.!
"Three coaches roll on the express way ____ from Don Muang airport, BKK to the inner city. In front police choppers & police Camris, behind them the same scenario. They all got their headlights on. Not because of the dark. The Thai day provides sufficient sight. It is for show. To make the caravan of the beautiful look more important. And the competitors of the Miss Universe pageant sure are important.
In one of the feverously wild painted coaches, mainly comic characters to make it more difficult for people to steal the vehicles and sale them to Cambodia or Laos, sits Vulva Hopdivava. Not particularly excited, she tries to straighten her tracking suit as if it were the shiny baby blue bikini she was to wear during round 2 of the competition. For now she’s fine, can mentally rehearse her lines about how world peace would be better compared to war etc. and listen to Tool on her iPod. “No Quarter” from the Salival-EP is
playing. Vulva leans back as the lyrics burst out over a metallic wall of bass and drum: They ask no quarter
They have no quarter.
“Fuck you, you cunts”, she thinks. “I’ll be buggered up my arse, cummed down my throat and shot into space before I will give a fucking quarter!” Having been brought up in accordance with the teachings of some good religion, she shivers, shrugs and reassures her self by taking a look around that everybody else wouldn’t even go through her just imagined ordeal to win this. Her tits are nice and firm indeed, her hair raven black as that dick back in Belarus seemingly never got tired of telling her, her eyes watery blue; in short, it still was enough to beat those wanna-be Tyra Banks back there without too much effort.
Last year, she went through all the whole charade. She won and they put her on instant noodle cups, on billboards and made commercials at a cheap studio somewhere. They casted some middle aged folks who represented her parents. In it, her “dad” seemingly absent-mindedly went through family photo albums while her “mother” was trying to pick up the Thai language from her. It all got funny when her commercial father used female pronouns while repeating what she had just said. They all look like they were on a bunch of drugs while doing the spot. And, dear God, they were. All paid for by the production company whose chairman was trying to poke her for the whole term of that pageant. That fat, bloated fuck. How he tried.
At least, they had quality stuff, no kidding. So everybody on the set sniffed and kept it on the tongue as long as possible. “Was good fun, though, you know, like…”, Miss Canada proclaimed on that occasion before she fell over and drew a dark red line down the wall near the girl room’s basin in the Conrad Hotel at the Finalist’s celebration after hitting her nose job-nose on the tiles in authentic Sukkhumvit period style.
She really fancied…oh, crap! The coach bents down in the front, ploughing through the falling motorcyclists and the Camiris whose drivers didn’t expect an ambush like that. Screams might are heard, if you are of sadistic nature, and bones give in to the overwhelming force of masses of steel, paint and what else was involved, for sure.
SLIDDING, memory, a lot of rude words; f-f-f-f-finally. the metal monster has come to rest. The earplugs lost grip of her ears in the incident, her track suite still fits for some reason.
Vulva Hopdivava, Miss Universe 2005, unbuckles her seatbelt and crawls through the aisle to the nearest exit.
It later turned out, after the investigation into the incident that somebody had thrown a 0.6l bottle of water filled with urine out of the window of a black Toyota Pickup at approximately 150 km/h. The plastic bottle apparently hit the nasal bone of the foremost motorcycle policeman. The fracture caused by the impact caused his eyes to water which, then, caused him to fall of his motorcycle. The Honda bike gained momentum and shoved the engine of the following Camry back into the passenger compartment. So much so that the driver, Pol. Col. Ake Suvanpornpum, lost not only his legs, but also control over the car which made sparking contact with the concrete barrier and crashed into the coach which was carrying Vulva Hopdivava. Needless to say, the car surrendered. But not without a fight. Its mass caused the bus 500m to slow down and finally end its journey at high speed"
"Three coaches roll on the express way ____ from Don Muang airport, BKK to the inner city. In front police choppers & police Camris, behind them the same scenario. They all got their headlights on. Not because of the dark. The Thai day provides sufficient sight. It is for show. To make the caravan of the beautiful look more important. And the competitors of the Miss Universe pageant sure are important.
In one of the feverously wild painted coaches, mainly comic characters to make it more difficult for people to steal the vehicles and sale them to Cambodia or Laos, sits Vulva Hopdivava. Not particularly excited, she tries to straighten her tracking suit as if it were the shiny baby blue bikini she was to wear during round 2 of the competition. For now she’s fine, can mentally rehearse her lines about how world peace would be better compared to war etc. and listen to Tool on her iPod. “No Quarter” from the Salival-EP is
playing. Vulva leans back as the lyrics burst out over a metallic wall of bass and drum: They ask no quarter
They have no quarter.
“Fuck you, you cunts”, she thinks. “I’ll be buggered up my arse, cummed down my throat and shot into space before I will give a fucking quarter!” Having been brought up in accordance with the teachings of some good religion, she shivers, shrugs and reassures her self by taking a look around that everybody else wouldn’t even go through her just imagined ordeal to win this. Her tits are nice and firm indeed, her hair raven black as that dick back in Belarus seemingly never got tired of telling her, her eyes watery blue; in short, it still was enough to beat those wanna-be Tyra Banks back there without too much effort.
Last year, she went through all the whole charade. She won and they put her on instant noodle cups, on billboards and made commercials at a cheap studio somewhere. They casted some middle aged folks who represented her parents. In it, her “dad” seemingly absent-mindedly went through family photo albums while her “mother” was trying to pick up the Thai language from her. It all got funny when her commercial father used female pronouns while repeating what she had just said. They all look like they were on a bunch of drugs while doing the spot. And, dear God, they were. All paid for by the production company whose chairman was trying to poke her for the whole term of that pageant. That fat, bloated fuck. How he tried.
At least, they had quality stuff, no kidding. So everybody on the set sniffed and kept it on the tongue as long as possible. “Was good fun, though, you know, like…”, Miss Canada proclaimed on that occasion before she fell over and drew a dark red line down the wall near the girl room’s basin in the Conrad Hotel at the Finalist’s celebration after hitting her nose job-nose on the tiles in authentic Sukkhumvit period style.
She really fancied…oh, crap! The coach bents down in the front, ploughing through the falling motorcyclists and the Camiris whose drivers didn’t expect an ambush like that. Screams might are heard, if you are of sadistic nature, and bones give in to the overwhelming force of masses of steel, paint and what else was involved, for sure.
SLIDDING, memory, a lot of rude words; f-f-f-f-finally. the metal monster has come to rest. The earplugs lost grip of her ears in the incident, her track suite still fits for some reason.
Vulva Hopdivava, Miss Universe 2005, unbuckles her seatbelt and crawls through the aisle to the nearest exit.
It later turned out, after the investigation into the incident that somebody had thrown a 0.6l bottle of water filled with urine out of the window of a black Toyota Pickup at approximately 150 km/h. The plastic bottle apparently hit the nasal bone of the foremost motorcycle policeman. The fracture caused by the impact caused his eyes to water which, then, caused him to fall of his motorcycle. The Honda bike gained momentum and shoved the engine of the following Camry back into the passenger compartment. So much so that the driver, Pol. Col. Ake Suvanpornpum, lost not only his legs, but also control over the car which made sparking contact with the concrete barrier and crashed into the coach which was carrying Vulva Hopdivava. Needless to say, the car surrendered. But not without a fight. Its mass caused the bus 500m to slow down and finally end its journey at high speed"
April 3, 2009
Karaoke
The first night he was in BKK., SHE and him sang.
Never before had he bothered to do karaoke. Too insecure, non-adventurous, too bored or whatever.
They sang “Don’t Look Back in Anger”, “Always On My Mind”, “Apologize”, “Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word”, “My Way”…
Probably the best dialogue they ever had.
Thailand '09 - revisited; pt.1
Two weeks ago he returned to Blighty after having spent 14days in Thailand. SHE was there. Allowed him to sleep on her couch, let him stay in her condo on Pattaya’s beach front and provided transportation.
Naturally, everything was entirely different from what he had anticipated and expected it to be for almost a year. Surprise, surprise and - welcome to life, you ignorant wanker! - It was nice, peaceful , casual - and profoundly nonsexual. No fireworks, no celebrations, no “welcome back!”-shouts. Not even an airport pick-up. Still, It all seems natural to him. As it was perfectly normal to experience the opposite of what you’d expected.
Down he went to Pattaya after only a few days in Bangkok to get some serious shagging done. And so he did. Parked the Pick Up Truck up, changed and went straight to the next bar, played pool, drank shitloads of Beer Chang and fucked. Woke up, paid the lady, went for a swim in the oversized pool at HER condo whilst watching the palm tree leaves sway the Thai summer breeze…and started all over again. For a week he did so.
Then he went back to BKK.
Naturally, everything was entirely different from what he had anticipated and expected it to be for almost a year. Surprise, surprise and - welcome to life, you ignorant wanker! - It was nice, peaceful , casual - and profoundly nonsexual. No fireworks, no celebrations, no “welcome back!”-shouts. Not even an airport pick-up. Still, It all seems natural to him. As it was perfectly normal to experience the opposite of what you’d expected.
Down he went to Pattaya after only a few days in Bangkok to get some serious shagging done. And so he did. Parked the Pick Up Truck up, changed and went straight to the next bar, played pool, drank shitloads of Beer Chang and fucked. Woke up, paid the lady, went for a swim in the oversized pool at HER condo whilst watching the palm tree leaves sway the Thai summer breeze…and started all over again. For a week he did so.
Then he went back to BKK.
February 25, 2009
M'sBd 56
he got added by HER on her “secret” FB profile today! he knew it existed - but eagerly reading though it after a long day of work which:
startedsensationallybutthenturnedintoarealbugger
- still was surprised what a reflective person she actually was and how little he knew about her after all those years of proximity. And how little he had bothered to do her justice even though, paradoxically, those yet unspoken lines were precisely what he had loved her for….and still did.
startedsensationallybutthenturnedintoarealbugger
- still was surprised what a reflective person she actually was and how little he knew about her after all those years of proximity. And how little he had bothered to do her justice even though, paradoxically, those yet unspoken lines were precisely what he had loved her for….and still did.
February 22, 2009
A week till I might see SHE again
Sometimes somebody proverbially takes the words
right out of your mouth - TA! JT!:
http://www.mp3lyrics.org/bW
Justin Timberlake
What Goes Around... / ...Comes Around Interlude Lyrics:
Hey girl, is he everything
you wanted in a man?
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away
I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you babe
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don't want to think about it (ha!)
Don't want to talk about it (ha!)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it (mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yea)
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?
Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in
time you will find...
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
Now girl, I remember
everything that you claimed
You said that you were moving on now
And maybe I should do the same
Funny thing about that is
I was ready to give you my name
Thought it was me and you, babe
And now, it's all just a shame
And I guess I was wrong
Don't want to think about it (no!)
Don't want to talk about it (hm!)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it (mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yea)
I just can't do without ya
Can you tell me is this fair?
Is this the way its really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
(should've known better that you
were gonna make me cry)
That you were going to make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart to
watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/bW ]
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around comes around
Yeah
What goes around comes around
You should know that
What goes around comes around
Yeah
What goes around comes around
You should know that
Don't want to think about it (no)
Don't want to talk about it(hm)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it(mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yeah)
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?
Is this the way its really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
(should've known better that you
were gonna make me cry)
That you were going to make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart to
watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
But that's okay baby 'cause
in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
[Comes Around interlude:]
Let me paint this picture for you, baby
You spend your nights alone
And he never comes home
And every time you call him
All you get's a busy tone
I heard you found out
That he's doing to you
What you did to me
and thats the way it goes
You cheated girl
My heart bleeded girl
So it goes without saying that
you left me feeling hurt
Just a classic case
A scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved
And now you want somebody
To cure the lonely nights
You wish you had somebody
That could come and make it right
But girl I ain't somebody
with a lot of sympathy
You'll see
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
[laughs]
See?
You should've listened to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Because
(What goes around comes back around)
[laughs]
right out of your mouth - TA! JT!:
http://www.mp3lyrics.org/bW
Justin Timberlake
What Goes Around... / ...Comes Around Interlude Lyrics:
Hey girl, is he everything
you wanted in a man?
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away
I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you babe
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don't want to think about it (ha!)
Don't want to talk about it (ha!)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it (mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yea)
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?
Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in
time you will find...
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
Now girl, I remember
everything that you claimed
You said that you were moving on now
And maybe I should do the same
Funny thing about that is
I was ready to give you my name
Thought it was me and you, babe
And now, it's all just a shame
And I guess I was wrong
Don't want to think about it (no!)
Don't want to talk about it (hm!)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it (mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yea)
I just can't do without ya
Can you tell me is this fair?
Is this the way its really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
(should've known better that you
were gonna make me cry)
That you were going to make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart to
watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/bW ]
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around comes around
Yeah
What goes around comes around
You should know that
What goes around comes around
Yeah
What goes around comes around
You should know that
Don't want to think about it (no)
Don't want to talk about it(hm)
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it(mm)
Feeling the blues about it (yeah)
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?
Is this the way its really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
(should've known better that you
were gonna make me cry)
That you were going to make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart to
watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
But that's okay baby 'cause
in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
comes all the way back around
[Comes Around interlude:]
Let me paint this picture for you, baby
You spend your nights alone
And he never comes home
And every time you call him
All you get's a busy tone
I heard you found out
That he's doing to you
What you did to me
and thats the way it goes
You cheated girl
My heart bleeded girl
So it goes without saying that
you left me feeling hurt
Just a classic case
A scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl you got what you deserved
And now you want somebody
To cure the lonely nights
You wish you had somebody
That could come and make it right
But girl I ain't somebody
with a lot of sympathy
You'll see
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told ya, hey
[laughs]
See?
You should've listened to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Because
(What goes around comes back around)
[laughs]
February 9, 2009
January 13, 2009
09/01/09
Hearts don’t break even, the song goes. However, when the one you really love makes it abundantly clear that it’s terminally and irrevocably over, hearts just contract to the size of a needle head. In your chest there is a spasm, followed by a stitching and plainly numb sensation.
Where there there used to be a feeling as wide and unlimited as a Black Hole whilst thinking of HER just a day ago, is now one as tight as an ant’s arse - the smallest hole on planet Earth.
And amidst all this, you hope you could just lock yourself up, cry for days, don’t eat, get utterly and totally pissed till you pass out. Then start again. Just like when you were half your present age. The problem here is: you just can’t.
You wake up after having been shit-faced the night before, go to work and life just goes on as it normally would. You just float along. Routine kindly soothes your mind in repetitive distraction - until images of the past with HER instantly flash up; making it abundantly clear that even in this nano-sized bubble underneath your rip cage, someone is residing.
Where there there used to be a feeling as wide and unlimited as a Black Hole whilst thinking of HER just a day ago, is now one as tight as an ant’s arse - the smallest hole on planet Earth.
And amidst all this, you hope you could just lock yourself up, cry for days, don’t eat, get utterly and totally pissed till you pass out. Then start again. Just like when you were half your present age. The problem here is: you just can’t.
You wake up after having been shit-faced the night before, go to work and life just goes on as it normally would. You just float along. Routine kindly soothes your mind in repetitive distraction - until images of the past with HER instantly flash up; making it abundantly clear that even in this nano-sized bubble underneath your rip cage, someone is residing.
January 4, 2009
FreeFreeSetThemFree
1994: Sting “If You Love Somebody Set Them Free”
2009: Pozzo “If You Love Somebody Don’t Call Them @fucking 5 In The Morning”
2009: Pozzo “If You Love Somebody Don’t Call Them @fucking 5 In The Morning”
January 1, 2009
Happy 2009!
SHE isn’t here for New Year's which is the only factor reducing the gigantic amount of bliss of slipping into a new annum. Naturally, it shan’t be a new anus; no further elaboration required on this one, I suppose.
So, ’09 creeps in with solitude and perfect satisfaction, in a mix of trying-to-reach and having-found - A year’s worth of lessons learnt.
The most important of all being: The world is a shithouse - THE TRICK IS TO KNOW HOW TO FLUSH!
So, ’09 creeps in with solitude and perfect satisfaction, in a mix of trying-to-reach and having-found - A year’s worth of lessons learnt.
The most important of all being: The world is a shithouse - THE TRICK IS TO KNOW HOW TO FLUSH!
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