Huge success; I no longer feel ANYthing.

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sweet dreams my little angel
Souppy
1998-2014

how can I be so painfully bored of people and yet so painfully lonely.

It’s hard to be tender
It’s hard to stay open
When you’re dizzy with anger
And your dreams have been broken

Lying with you ‘neath the sky
The country is so green in the light
Loving you’s the key to my survival

Now, you have gone away
The skies turned grey, the rivers froze
I remember how you held me close

And i shiver

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yk97Of-2Ea8

Elevator. The horrifically entitled girls that populate my building. They usually talk about jewelry and diss friends with less money. They are all in their 20s. They wear flats and Burberry trench coats and have sensible highlights. More than 3 of these girls are called “Piper”. (their boyfriends talk about life insurance packages, how great their future father-in-law is, and golf. They wear polo shirts with popped collars and loafers.) When they say good morning to me, it’s with a grimace like somebody farted. Maybe I will, next time.

#parkavenue

yes sweetheart, lately, I’m damn mad!

the bane of my (new) fucking life; the masses of dumb, untrained fashion people, blissfully and moronically oblivious to any reference prior to 1992. This new hobby is wearing thin.

means to an end.

infuriating, to do three callbacks, get to final stretch,
and then lose the part to such an obvious, tacky, inferior choice.
i can just kill you right now.

I have a kilt now.

Give strong drink to him who is perishing, and wine to him whose life is bitter.
Let him drink and forget his poverty and remember his trouble no more.
Proverbs 31:6

At a party, in a corner with the iPhone, embarrassed to talk to people. Some things never change.

Jennie Appleton -“There is no life, my darling, until you love and have been loved. And then there is no death.”

skyping with a good friend in Athens, was so happy to see her and be with her.
She quickly had to hang up though, one of her kids had woken up and she went to tend to it.
It dawned on me; priorities.
I looked at the blank screen.

on an airplane again, watching Sex & the City; Miranda and Sssteeve just kissed, after having done broke up. Memories and tears done flooded in.

In a cab in Miami, going to the airport to catch a flight back to New York. At the same time, Souppy, back in Athens, with a paid handler, is in a cab on her way to the vet to get chipped and vaccinated. At the same time, little Peefee is in the sky, her little body buried in a field somewhere. At the same time, my love is somewhere, with someone else, indifferent and happy. A family dispersed, forever. Life is most strange; who knew?

a friend wrote and sent me this, about me

“The Journey
The Present
A Tall, pre-posessing, highly intellectual, backed with a good portfolio, astonishingly talented and successful in all his endeavors. Loved by many, adored by his family, through blood sweat and tears, he arrived to where he wanted to be but, something is missing.
A few years back he lost the love of his life.
When that person left, not only did he have his heart broken, that occurrence broke a part of his brain too.
In an everyday soul rectifying pain, unbeknownst to most everyone he interacts with, he perseveres. He functions as an efficient person in anything he does.
Reminiscent of an autistic individual only when he has to perform a task, he perseveres. An obsessive finisher, he gets the job than, no matter what it is.
At the end of the day, when all the people are gone, when he’s all alone…
when he has the luxury to get in touched with his feelings, he breaks down…and HOW, nobody knows.
It’s private. Sacred.
Will he remain feeling every throbbing pain? For in doing so, it’s one more moment spent with whom he refers to as
“My love”,
Will he ever love again? Will he…
Rediscover life?”

Reverra-t-on
Une autre fois
Passer des trains
Comme autre fois?
C´est pas moi qui répondraa

life on Mars.

Spring is here and she’s relentless.
The light, the smells, the life.
4 years.

Dark Shadows 1966 spinster realness.