Perspectives

Is love chemistry?

sublevel18 — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 23:18:17 +0000

Is love chemistry?

No.If it had been chemistry, prozac would have made it go away.

ChOiCeS

sublevel18 — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 13:42:41 +0000

Choose a life.
Choose a career.You have all that time might as well do something with it.Become a doctor.Cure your 72 year old patient, give him back his fuckin’ life that read his autopsy report 5 years later…Died of natural causes, didn’t he?
Choose friends.You are too weak to stand alone.When you are happy go share it with them.Naively think you’ll make them happy too…Then when you are on the ground there ain’t gonna be no one standin’ near you.’Cause no one wants to ruin their lives like you did.
Choose an addiction.That will certainly be there for you.Of course, you gotta’ put out the money but hey…at least you see it.Take a cigarette for example.Let’s just say smoking is your big addiction.Cigarettes will always be there, won’t they?Yeah, for a fuckin’ 5 minutes.Then you’ll realize they are gone.Along with a huge number of your carboxihemoglobines…
Choose love you fool.Give your heart to an arsehole so he’ll make you feel all warm and fuzzy and protected.Say life is gorgeous and you don’t care about anything else in the world…There’s just you and your significant other.Then you’ll get bored of him.Or he will get bored of you and you have no more love.Or anything else ’cause the rest of the world won’t give a shit about you.Like you didn’t give a fuck about the rest of the world back when your lover was beside you.Love…worse then heroin I tell you..
Choose music.Music changes.Like everything else in the world for that matter.
Choose your family.Live up to their expectations.One day you will wake up concluding that you have forgotten your own ones.
Choose to believe in God.There is no God.There is no cosmic energy.There’s just you.
Choose to bond with your memories.Then you’ll get Alzheimer’s and they will all go away.
Choose to listen to your emotions.You’ll end up slitting your wrists.
Choose to live for the moment.The moment is always there.
Choose to listen to your instincts.
Or don’t choose at all…Who cares?It’s your life.

p.s.: inspired by irvine welsh’s trainspotting

Growing up

sublevel18 — Sat, 31 May 2008 18:38:38 +0000

‘Tell me something you regret…’

‘Growing up.’

‘When did that happen?’

‘When I stopped looking for happiness in your eyes and started finding it in your pants.’

The most innocent thing I ever knocked the shit outta’?

sublevel18 — Thu, 01 May 2008 18:30:47 +0000

The most innocent being I ever knocked the shit out of?

My wall…

Half past midnight.

In the depths of the darkness of my room

I couldn’t see it

but

i could

hear

it.

The wall was screaming

like a whore on extasy

like a sinner in agony

i couldn’t tell.

The sound leaked through my pores

and

blared into my veins.

I stood up and punched it as hard as I could

but

it just wouldn’t stop.

So I kicked it and punched it and kicked it again.

It kept on screaming, howling, shouting…

Then suddenly it stopped.

and the silence started eating my fingers when

my fists started swelling,

my legs pulsing

my eyes draining

and

my lips mumbling:

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned

…

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea exacerbata culpa”

The 3 choices…

sublevel18 — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 14:29:10 +0000

I state that love is the worst condition ever brought upon human kind.This feeling makes you week, it tosses you down on the pavement, kicks out your teeth and throws your screeching lungs into the burning intergalactic circles of death…And that, only to give things a milder outline.

If you love someone and that person does not love you back, forgive me for saying this, but you are screwed my friend…Away go the nights when you slept peacefully with your teddy bear in your arms, hello sleepless nights longing for a stupid dick head who will never in his life loose a night because of you.The days you were happy and saw that magic aura in your home-made pie, also go bye-bye…Here come the days you can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t drink anything except alcohol…You will never be happy again, because you will see thousands of couples in the streets holding hands and you will not be able to not wonder how it would be like, to hold his hand ,run your fingers through his hair, play with his buttons ,whisper ‘I love you’ into his ears , lick his neck and to…oh, I need a break.

*author out for a smoke*

*author still out for a smoke*

*still…*

yet, as you know, there is not a situation in life, when you are left without options.So, if you are in the situation of loving someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you, here are your glorious options:

Option number one/The Emo Way:

go buy a gun.If you don’t live in the ghetto, don’t worry!Go buy some pills(at least two hands full of them)!If you can’t get those either, you will have to stick with the traditional kitchen knife and slit your wrists…There is not much reason to live, anyway…If he doesn’t love you now, he will never do….If he doesn’t give a shit about your life, why should you?Simple and effective.

Bonus:If God loves you, you can come back and haunt him.Scream at him like that scary bitch from ‘The Shutter’…Now that is WOW:) You can come back from the dead, be caught on tape, terrorize him by sittin’ on his shoulder, walking on the ceiling and screaming “Why didn’t you love me?”at him…Nice perspective…Definitely a point of choosing this option!

Option number two/The oldest way

Become his bitch!Which boy with a functioning pair of genitals wouldn’t like a bitch extra?Is it denigrating? Yes, definitely.But then again, who cares?He doesn’t care about your status, why should you give a fuck? On the next party, go suck his cock.When the opportunity comes, fuck him.Make him treat you like a whore.If he makes you sleep with his friends, do it.It will be fun to carry out his orders.The orders of the man you love so much.Love is the answer, don’t forget:) Positive point.: If you become his bitch, maybe you’ll have his baby(who will hopefully not turn out such a dick head like his father).Oh, and don’t forget, by being his bitch, you have to obey him, at any cost.He wants you to lick the dirt off his boots, you do it immediately.

Option number three/The sadistic way

Get your hands on a knife and cut him open.Then, no one will have him and your problem will be, truly, dead.

Note: Actually, you only have 2 options, since, like Andersen’s little mermaid, you will choose to end your own life before murdering the one you love.