bah. she's not so
slinky. but then again, she isn't devoid of the
charm of the angels either. I could
slide up to her and ask her to
dance, but then again I could
wait. it's not that
important anyway, she's got the
brown hair of all woman I am cursed to
adore from afar, and in a few short weeks I'll be gone from here and in
Munich to see some old friends. then i'll do us both a favour and forget. such a pretty girl too. it's such a
trade fair, really, this whole
emotion thing.
i mean when you think about it, loneliness is debt, or zero, and friends and lovers are assets. or some such nonsense. but it does work in a crazy sort of way. look, a bunch of buddies is good to keep the long weeks at bay, and provide stability, but then the quiet hours of night and day hours of work stand out, and you need a Relationship. This keeps those hours protected from the chasm of loneliness, that awaits. One great relationship is the ticket, but failing that several semi-decent one's will do. as long as you don't take them too seriously, otherwise you'll get depressed.
I AM NOT DEPRESSED. just quiet. learn the difference people.
I am of course in complete control of my destiny. two cheese and cress sandwiches please, and a slice of ice cream.
What do you mean you don't serve slices of ice cream?
The
service is some places,
sheesh. right. anyway. what I just said above is
horse doo-doo ignore it. cos that is only the way it works if you're a sad and pathetic loser, as opposed to a
complex and
mature human being whose
sensitive yet at the same time
manly, in a
cool and
accessible kind of way.
of course. friendships, and other human relations aren't about what you
get out, or
put in. it's about
being, not
trading. the
chord that your two
notes meet, it should sound
good to both parties, that's what makes it or breaks it. and those people who are willing to
fight for it. that too. it has to
matter, otherwise, nothing is
sacred. at all.