“I’ll have to send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker!

You know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, and you’re fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I’ll send you straight to hell, fucker!… In dreams… I walk with you. In dreams… I talk to you. In dreams, you’re mine… all the time. Forever” *

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“… Yes, boredom is an underrated facet of existence in our pseudo-civilization. While at first I thought if might be interesting, in a boring sense, for people to be together when they were extremely bored, I realize now that it is a profoundly moving and deeply average experience to do nothing whatsoever entirely and completely by yourself.”

Iain M. Banks, The State of the Art
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Here is my favourite song at the moment, <strike>Hard For You</strike> *(now removed for space 7/4/11)*, by Beasts of Bourbon. Revenge is not a sin. They seem to do vindictiveness particularly well, mostly against women, and for some reason I really hook into it. And it’s not as if I’m actually feeling bitter toward anyone I know either.
Is it possible that all my various relationships with women are coloured, if not completely shaped by whatever reality I project onto them? If this is true, then I am singing Hard For You at some part of me inside of me. Golly that’s confusing.


If you’ve got time, have a go at SuperDiva’s Psych-E.org short writing comp; a love letter, fucker.