You don’t have to, I said.
I like the big vains, she said.
Really, I said?
The bulging, she said.
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You can bob your head up and down as much as you like.
I said.
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Hate ‘m.
With a passion.
(I said you should have said.)
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I thought you hated my friends, she said.
Nope, I said.
Just your blow-jobs.
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It’s funny, she said.
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Look at this, I said.
It’s amazing what you can find reading your own posts, I said.
Can’t remember for the life of me writing this on Fall On Me, I said.
Don’t know what it means, she said.
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Life:
It’s the shit that happens while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
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Alcohol:
It’s the shit that makes you hope it will happen while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
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Job:
It’s the shit that deludes you to dream it will happen while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
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Girlfriends:
It’s the shit that happens to your deluded dreams while you’re waiting for moments that never come.
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Friends:
It’s the shit that happens while you’re waiting for their moments that never come.
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Family:
It’s the shit that happens while you’re waiting for moments that will always come.
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Writing:
How do you expect to run with the wolves come night when you spend all day sporting with the puppies?
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I much more prefer you’re intimate posts, she said.
Forget the “”I said”, “you said”" trickery.
Write about what I feel, what I think.
(she said)
I can’t
(I said)
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Come to bed and be nice and show me again how bears attack people that was so hilarious you’ll be the bear and I the victim and then I want to be the bear and you the victim and you better make it real shouting and crying and all and I don’t care about your fucking beer belly and you love my son I can see it in your golden-green eyes, you love my son and that’s so amazing and I do not ever think I am not as clever as you but we can make this work and don’t you fucking think I am desperate coz I will eat you alive isn’t it time you introduce me to your friends? Your family? Milena?
(show stopper)
H: Milena?
F: I want to see her pictures.
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So here is V M Husten once again, the love rat, the self-despising pathetic failure that he is. Sober. I have been for a long time. Too long. Only drinking in the weekend nowadays. Writing about, well, what do I write about? Where are the times alcohol could make me feel like I was the … .
In my current job, I have to fuck with people’s lives, you won’t believe. And for what? And I am so good at it.
There was that beautiful, oh so beautiful, touching moment when Anthony Quinn, the actor, the painter, was interviewed, after selling another +million Dollar painting to the Hollywood jet set. A question was posed onto him and it went along, what do you regret most in your life and his answer was, not loving myself.
By the way, Dutchies and Belgies, that interview was by Ivo fucking Niehe.
Not loving yourself, hey.
I love Anthony Quinn.
Died in 2001.
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H: I don’t have any pictures of Milena.
F: Whenever you’re ready.
H: Ta.
