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one of three beer mat notes found in Helsinki's Demonium Bar on October 22 2020:
"Don't worry about me, stay on track, stay healthy, and when this nightmare is over we will meet and i will get to finally hold you close and it will be fine and we'll manage somehow."
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the quality of vision. often accompanied by strong emotions. can, will lead to rational realisation. and - if balls are attached to your guts - to action.
so much regret hidden in the plain view of past decisions. not that regret comes naturally, but we make mistakes and, according to some fucked up conscience law and depending on your level of understanding, almost always experience regret, remorse, pain.
never would i have expected scales falling off my eyes so brutally. i must leave as quickly as possible, there will not be any other way.
Adolfs are never to be fully trusted unless they love you. If they love you they will be the most loyal sweet caring attentive people you will ever know. Always with a pinch of psycho though. But thats ok coz you're one too if they love you
Adolf, you make me so happy. I'm the luckiest woman. Let me cook tonight and give you a muscle relaxing massage afterwards. your-age-approved.
when on your first date you exchange lists of the medication you take, prescribed and self-prescribed
"Because i was diagnosed with schizophrenia in 1992 I take drug a, b and c. Also for my manic depression i've been getting drug d and e."
"Five-ball-juggling eh? Must be tough though both physically and mentally. Do you have a good support system?"
"Yes and no"
"I see. Well, i know drug d. Micro-dosing here. No suicidal tendencies yet so..."
"Goody for you. What about drug abuse, hypersexuality, stuff like that?"
"Hey, im beginning to enjoy our cozy little medidate!"
"Fuck off, you fucking fuck of a fuck! Excuse me, i need the bathroom"
be my friend? sure. nice. except for that tasteless mistrust, so hard to chew.
while feeding me horrid accusations, i am here fighting for whats left of a family. and the worst of all, i really started it, believing in a better future. But all you suckers are just too afraid of anything that resembles presence, sincerity, loyalty, responsibility.
Is this a rant? Probably so. Am i hurt, bitter? Fuck yes.
"when ex lovers become strangers at war. when they can't seem to find family friendly solutions. when all they do is hurt one another. when one won't let the other leave without paying a price. when you know so many have been here before you and still its all just a little too much, that little bit that is pushing you over the edge."
a little edgy
worth the bruise
we know a little funk
we know a little blues
our "thing" is yet unborn
we joke around it
we take strange turns
you like your greens
I stick to red
that didnt stop us
when we first met
remember, the glory,
the heat and the tears,
the menace, the joy,
the hope and the fears
foresee whats possible
assume whats clear
a little wiser, are we
a little less full of it
still no change of direction
no grabbing the wheel
if you asked me today
(and i can only speak for myself but)
I never felt so real
Hey, don't fall back into old patterns. You're communicating with humans!
(Who said it, him or her?)
a he-move/she-move kind of situation
man (thinking): "oh am i in? I am in! Cool."
woman (thinking): "hes been in for 30 seconds. why is he not moving? can't wait anymore!!!"
