Bitter? Not yet, I’m
afraid. But we’ll get there in
due time. You just wait.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

The Feeling of Joys
Lost. It has no meaning. No.
It is only cruel.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

“My home, my castle”,
he says, and keeps the gates shut.
No-one enters. Or leaves.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

For the first time in
my life I thought that I’d grow
old with someone. You.

I saw the mother
of my children. Beautiful
little ones surely.

I saw a reason
to become ”normal”, and ”behaved”
like ”everyone”.

I saw a purpose
to bother with bills, taxes,
pension funds, and such.

But reason, purpose,
old age, are for those that have
belief. And I don’t.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

Stupid, as always,
I said: Freedom! You heard, and
you released me… NO!

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

If I kiss you with
all of my tenderness — will
you scream at me then?

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

If I gave you my
love, my tenderness, and my
faithfulness, and if

I gave you all of
that which is my Complete Life —
could you still love me?

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

Some women do have
something that can only be
loved when you’re piss drunk.

On the other hand:
I guess the same can be said
about some men too…

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

Perfect matches can
only be found in fairy
tales. And in[s]ane brains.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.

There is no such thing
as mutual agreement.
Everybody loose.

I have no idea regarding exactly when I wrote it, but some time during 2007.