From now on I will take my pen to the pubs with me to write my Fackels there. When beaten and rejected by all attack! Provoke more!
January 19, 2018 § Leave a comment
From now on I will take my pen to the pubs with me to write my Fackels there. When beaten, and rejected by all, attack! Provoke more! Go on the flamboyant offensive. I love this masochistic relationship I have now with —. Compartmentalise my mind so — is in a little locked red box of her own. I have been down so many times, and I have been through this so many times, I know my spirit will always bounce back. OK you run from me. Go ahead. I’ll be here until after you leave. Time is on my side. You think you have me cornered, but I have more place you don’t know about. Places in the mind that I can move to escape this pain you would kill me with. I really don’t LIKE female company. Apart from —, is there anyone I could bear to be sitting in this bar with now? No. I just like looking at them. When with them I have nothing to say to them. Believe in my spirit. Have faith in it. My Berlin Vienna Munich Brussels spirit. You have power, too. I don’t like to talk. I don’t like company. I just like to watch. I cannot smile or laugh at anything. I see the faces of people all around smiling & laughing so freely, so happily, so uproariously, & I think when was the last time I laughed? Have I ever really laughed like that in my life? I have never been happy. Not for one day. Not for one minute. That makes life very tiring. The thought of going back to my empty flat now is horrifying; and yet already half thrilling; my warm, fern-filled, classical music playing flat, while I work on my Fackels. Everyone needs a female friend, to offer them love, & kisses, & their —. Without that, madness is always close. I am so sick & tired, and bored & disgusted with all women. M— left me on my own. I travel all around the cold towns of Europe on my own. In London I drink in pubs on my own. It is nice to have an evening in inside my flat. When was the last time that happened?