IRC-Galleria

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love."

The Kindly Ones - Neil Gaiman

She comes home and sheÂ’s happy
She comes home and sheÂ’s blue
She comes home and she tells him
Listen baby were through
I donÂ’t know what happened next
All I know is she moved
Packed up her bags and her curtains
Left him in his room
Was there anything I could do?

I donÂ’t say that I blame her
People donÂ’t know what they want
If you spend your life looking behind you
You donÂ’t see whatÂ’s up front
Was there anything I could do?

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Forced by the pressure,
The territories marked,
No longer the pleasure,
I've since lost the heart.

Corrupted from memory,
No longer the power,
It's creeping up slowly,
That last fatal hour.

Oh, I don't know what made me,
What gave me the right,
To mess with your values,
And change wrong to right.

Please keep your distance,
The trail leads to here,
There's blood on your fingers,
Brought on by fear.

I campaigned for nothing,
I worked hard for this,
I tried to get to you,
You treat me like this.

It's just second nature,
It's what we've been shown,
We're living by your rules,
That's all that we know.

I tried to get to you,
I tried to get to you,
I tried to get to you,
I tried to get to you.

"Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape."

William Burroughs

Was there a poverty of care
When I cared for you?
And when I tumbled down the stairs
Was I not there for you?

I'm the fly in the ointment
Your major disappointment
Just because I can
Be a wayward man

I do all my best thinking
Unconscious on the floor
And when I kissed you, darling
Did I stick in your craw?

I'm a fly in the ointment
Your constant disappointment
Just because I can
Be a wayward man

Was there a poverty of care
When I cared for you?
And when I tumbled down the stairs
Was I not there for you?

I'm the fly in the ointment
Your constant disappointment
Just because I can
Be a wayward man

Be a wayward man
I'm your wayward man