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"Feed Me Jack Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Peter Sellers", by Albert Hammond, Jr.

Saturday nights

Sometimes, they are not that cool...

A night to remember

Surrounded by school friends...

I hope they don't tell me off tomorrow morning when they find out the time when I got home :S

Dreams

Text must be read while listening to the music from the video above, and picturing the shops on the streets of New York waking up while heading for a Starbucks Coffee.

"What will NY152 say today, I wonder.
I turn on my computer.
I wait impatiently as it connects.
I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words:
"You've got mail."
I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart...
I have mail. From you."

- Kathleen Kelly, You've got mail (Nora Ephron, 1998)

This is my truth, tell me yours

Parce que ces choses n'arrivent que dans les films... N'est-ce pas?

Dorian

"It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution."

"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.

The curves of your lips rewrite history."

- Oscar Wilde
(from The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch. 8 & 20)

Tombstone

Wyatt - Now for the first time I know exactly what I want, and who. And that's the damnable misery of it... What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?

Doc - A man like Ringo got a great empty hole right through the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.

- What does he need?

- Revenge.

- For what?

- Bein' born.

- It all happened so fast with Curly Bill... I didn't really have time to think about it, but I've had plenty of time to think about this... I can't beat him, can I?

- No. Wait, I'm goin' with ya.

(He starts coughing and can't get up.)

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Wyatt...

- It's all right, Doc.

Tombstone (George P. Cosmatos, 1993)

Streets of Philadelphia

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt, I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
on the Streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue 'til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
at night I could hear the blood in my veins, just black and whispering as the rain,
on the Streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me, it's just you and I my friend...
My clothes don't fit me no more, I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake, I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss, or will we leave each other alone like this
on the Streets of Philadelphia

Say anything...

- I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you're here at like the Gas 'n' Sip on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?

- ... By choice, man!

Say Anything, (Cameron Crowe, 1989)

Persecutory delusions

Also bipolar disorder and self-victimization for manipulating others or attention seeking.
Have you ever heard about Münchausen syndrome or cognitive distortion?

Just give it time and it will prove itself that you suffer from everything cited above...
And I couldn't care less, es ist genug und du verdienst nichts.

Gute Nacht, schlaf gut und träumst mit kleinen Engeln :)