Over de liefde en roken

Je komt wel eens van die teksten tegen die je uit het niets stevig weten te raken. Dit is er zoeen:

Years later, we bumped into each other at the club. She was waiting for me, really, but I didn’t mind. There will always be something about her that just kills me, and she knows it. Is that why she’d come? What do I care? I’d been lonely for too long. When she saw me, she took one final puff from her cigarette, then stamped it out and looked up at me — hopefully, and a little afraid. So I said ‘Hey’, as though nothing had gone down. As the we’d parted only moments ago. As though..as though…I said ‘hey’ and she smiled back to me. Then arm-in-arm we marched right to my bed.

God, how I loved her.

I thought there must be some hope, some way, some future we could share. I though of faith and destiny, past lives and tea leaves, of black magic and voodoo and anything else that might explain our current rendezvous, as we went about our serious business of washing my sheets in tears and sweat.

As usual.

God, how I loved her then. I was addicted to her, and she to me. And we always found ourselves rather easily lowering ourselves into each other’s hottest fires. Fearlessly leaping into the abyss, mouths locked together in a kiss that killed us long before we hit the ground.
Afterwards, we lay there smoking, legs entwined. She spoke softly everything that came to mind, avoiding only that which was real, and the thousand pieces of my heart broke again, into a million, leaving a fine layer of bittersweet dust on my tongue which then burned away with every inhalation of my hot smoke. She could still have me, if only she’d let me go.
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Bill Hicks – Weer een dode held

Vandaag is de sterfdag van Bill Hicks, mijn favoriete standup comedian aller tijden.


The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: ‘Is this real? Or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say ‘Hey! Don’t worry, don’t be afraid – ever – because… this is just a ride.’

And we kill those people.

‘Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.’

It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that – ever notice that? – and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because… it’s just a ride, and we can change it any time we want.

It’s only a choice.
No effort.
No worry.
No job.
No savings and money.

Just a choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off…The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.

Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over – not one human being excluded – and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever.
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