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.Lees gerust door

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?’
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