''Misery fucking loves me
But I love her more!!!!''
domingo, 13 de fevereiro de 2011
terça-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2011
Antigonish
- Yesterday upon the stair
- I met a man who wasn’t there
- He wasn’t there again today
- Oh, how I wish he’d go away
- When I came home last night at three
- The man was waiting there for me
- But when I looked around the hall
- I couldn’t see him there at all!
- Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
- Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door
- Last night I saw upon the stair
- A little man who wasn’t there
- He wasn’t there again today
- Oh, how I wish he’d go away
William Hughes Mearns
claws of perdition
''There are no more barriers to cross
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and insane
The vicious and the evil
All the mayhem I have caused
And my utter indifference to the world
I have now surpassed
My pain is constant and sharp
And I do not hope for a better world for anyone
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others
I want no one to escape
But even after admitting this
There is no katharsis
My punishment continues to illude me
And i gain no deeper knowledge of myself
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling
This confession has meant
Nothing''
in American Psycho
All I have in common with the uncontrollable and insane
The vicious and the evil
All the mayhem I have caused
And my utter indifference to the world
I have now surpassed
My pain is constant and sharp
And I do not hope for a better world for anyone
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others
I want no one to escape
But even after admitting this
There is no katharsis
My punishment continues to illude me
And i gain no deeper knowledge of myself
No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling
This confession has meant
Nothing''
in American Psycho
quinta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2011
A scena do odio
''Pezam kilos no Meu querer
as salas-de-espera de Mim.
Tu chegas sempre primeiro…
Eu volto sempre amanhã…
Agora vou esperar que morras.
Mas tu és tantos que não morres…
Vou deixar d'esp'rar que morras
—Vou deixar d'esp'rar por Mim?!…''
José d'Almada-Negreiros
as salas-de-espera de Mim.
Tu chegas sempre primeiro…
Eu volto sempre amanhã…
Agora vou esperar que morras.
Mas tu és tantos que não morres…
Vou deixar d'esp'rar que morras
—Vou deixar d'esp'rar por Mim?!…''
José d'Almada-Negreiros
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