An ode to Peter Greenaway.
Well not really, I just stole his title.
Some sayings from the Devil's Dictionary to reflect my current condition.
Happiness, n. An agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.
(Oh and how I contemplate the misery that they all suffer.)
Friendless, adj. Having no favors to bestow. Destitute of fortune. Addicted to utterance of truth and common sense.
Friendship, n. A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul.
The sea was calm and the sky was blue;
Merrily, merrily sailed we two.
On the tipsy ship, with a dreadful shout,
The tempest descended and we fell out.
Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like "caries" and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.
Now for the explanation:
I have decided that I should not live in fear of these damn homos at this god-forsaken place. They are sad pathetic losers who have no personality. But perhaps at one of their meetings an angel shall appear. I shall go and await. While, of course, contemplating their misery.
An aside really. My friend is in a bad relationship and won't leave. I try to help her, but she won't listen. Oh well. Have I any responsibly now!
All those of these horribles, one in particular- the one who seduced me and turned me away from the hypocrisy of the horribles. He refused to talk to me for about two weeks and then tried. But alas!- it was too late for I had then fallen. But I return now. (Gandolf the White?)
The same as above. Only worse.