29 de diciembre de 2010

I think my new heart will love you as much as my old one

But hey you know what?
As soon as you get out of here, we're gonna start from scratch.
Get a little house on the beach, do it right, ya know?
Chase seagulls, what do you say?
As soon as you get out, I'll be right here.
I think my new heart will love you as much as my old one

He is Awake

There are no excuses for what we did, there's no defense,
no one to blame but us, we got what we deserved.
Clay would have his revenge, and justice would finally be served,
but despite all the secrets, despite all the lies, and a terrible loss,
one thing really matters now, he is awake.

15 de diciembre de 2010


J’aime bien les osselets, le monopoly  mais seulement quand j’tiens la banque. J’adore jouer aux billes  je gagne tout l’temps. Le jeu de l’oie, c’est franchement débile. Enfin, toujours moins que les dames, le rubis cube, et toutes ces conneries des pays de l’est. Les devinettes, c’est pas mon truc. Yams, crapette, marelle, c’est ok. Oh, chat perché, ça passe encore, mais ça s’arrête là. 
Mais il y a un jeu auquel il ne faut jamais jouer 
 je dis bien 
 même si c’est votre meilleure amie qui vous le propose
C’est de se faire ensevelir dans un bloc de béton.

10 de diciembre de 2010

But we also fall in love...

It's not even a proper novel. It's nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. Frankly, it even fails as an exercise in craft. The characters are wooden, the diologue is inane. Not to mention the repetition of words like "nipple" and "pikestaff".
Marquis de Sade:
There I was taxed; it's true.
 And such puny scope. Nothing but the worst in man's nature.
Marquis de Sade:
I write of the great, eternal truths that bind together all mankind. The whole world over, we eat, we shit, we fuck, we kill and we die.
But we also fall in love, we build cities, we compose symphonies, and we endure. Why not put that in your books as well.  

4 de diciembre de 2010

Being with you it’s made me feel like I was somebody else

I know what you mean about wishing somebody else wasn’t there. It’s just, usually, it’s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven’t been. I’ve never had a kiss when I wasn’t one of the kissers. You know, I’ve never gone to the movies when I wasn’t there in the audience. I’ve never been out bowling if I wasn’t there making some stupid joke.

I think that’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously. It’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves. Let’s say that you and I were together all the time. You’d start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way, the way every time that we would have people over I’d be insecure, and I’d get a little too drunk. Or the way I tell the same stupid, pseudo-intellectual story again and again. You see I’ve heard all those stories so of course I’m sick of myself.

But being with you it’s made me feel like I was somebody else. I mean the only other way to lose yourself like that is, you know, dancing or alcohol or drugs, or stuff like that.