VS#005 06/03/10
Living Alone
Gun'n'love's
Free Expression
This week the only woman who really counted in my life (except my mother) contacted me again with a text message, a sweet and unique word full of feelings: « Asshole », after fifteen days of silence.
Yes, that’s it, since Valentine’s Day and that other text: « Enjoy, this is my last text! I vomit you Alexandre, I puke you, you make me nauseous. You have contaminated me with your hatred. You poor bastard! »
My answer to the « asshole » I didn’t work so much, and in my style I sent: « Ah! Are you taking news? Well listen, life goes on, and it makes me sad to know that you are so bored that you don’t have anything better to do, otherwise in your messages be careful with the mistakes 😉 kiss ».
At the time I didn’t understand that for her it was a way to check in, to get closer without forgiving.
I am well aware that I am a real bastard, but I never admit it, never, my arrogance is too strong for me to recognize the slightest mistake on my part.
I realized after our « first breakup » in July that I fall in love once the girl hates me, I love with delay, probably to make me suffer, punish me for being the character I leave in shell.
To illustrate this, here is a conversation I had with my former Artistic Director on an old facebook status: (the epistolary novel of the XXI century)
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Alexandre Fisselier
Three small points and then basta
July 12, 2009 at 5:48am –
Alexandre Fisselier
« I am sentimentally lost, Laura-isiton in progress, please wait »
July 13, 2009 at 1:41am
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The romantic egoist version 3.0,…
July 13, 2009 at 1:45am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Sorry thousand times, my cold head, in heart of stone, salutary,… Romantic egotist, you are more in depression 3.0 my Playmo, not a single drink yesterday?!
Goal always sorry for Laura,…
July 13, 2009 at 1:55am –
Alexandre Fisselier
Not a single drink, no, not a single line, rail on white, just the moments of my life noted on bits of burnt paper, or added to my sad collection of chronicles, maybe just in POSTHUME mode, I’m the only misunderstood party boy, the only guy not content to have everything by having nothing, my life at the end of a feather, the feather on my temple, spin the barrel, let the bloody ink flow on the criticism of our existence,…
She knows, I put the word out,…
July 13, 2009 at 2:01am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
What do you want? We were born in the Gameboy generation, raised by video games and TF1, even if you don’t like TV or the GAME OVER Finals, you don’t play, but you know what I’m talking about, you wrote it in one of your reviews about a guy from Kitsuné, David E. Sugar I think, game-pop-color generation or I don’t know anymore, but the main thing is there,…
We are neither poets, nor « SMS Lover », we are more FAKE, yes fake, we have an ideal dead since a long time, the love does not exist any more, you said it to me there what 3 weeks,
Quote:
« Modern love is a concept invented by advertisers, while taking your breakfast you feel for Banania, Benco or Ricoré a fucking sexual impulse, and the « Y’A BON » all your damn day at the office to envy this guy from the Kenzo ad who is banging the Nescafé chick, while you after fantasizing about the death of your boss, you find your wife and kids in your house ready for 20 years »
July 13, 2009 at 3:48am –
Alexandre Fisselier
I come back from Martin’s, still not a single drop, I am sober, or drunk. Maybe my addiction went away, poof in a cloud of smoke that I didn’t inhale.
Thanks for quoting me, beginning of the celebrity, joke, but for David the end of my review is this: « Armed with his Gameboy he destroys us with a 90s sound, Versace generation, Friends, Pokémon,… In short our Kid makes us nostalgia inter-fluo-pop-connect,… »
Do you see me as destructive?
And for my quote about advertising love, add that never, no never in your little world will your grass be as green, your sky as blue, and the birds as boring as in the ad.
The stereotype of existence, screwing around, blond mom, babbling baby and mischievous but wise doggie,…
And you, like the father in American Beauty, you slip up, fuck your life, and in American Psycho you Virgin Suicide, Hollywood tragedy, cliché and all!
My goodness, look at us, in epistolary literature mode on Facebook,…
I think that in ADDITION to playing the scouting talent and being a fashion editor, and music,…the joke.
In short, in addition to this accumulation of superficial functions that some people call work or job, or taf.
Yes, PLUS I just invented the love delay, no, in the end I’m not a fake, or a romantic egoist 3.0, no I’m not a moron, I’m a terrorist of the heart, emotional and sentimental explosion, my timer screwed up, it’s my heart that blew up, a thousand scattered fragments, irreparable, unstoppable, can I buy another one ? Not IRREMPLABLE!
July 13, 2009 at 5:34am –
Alexandre Fisselier
When I go to bed, I realize that I am in an overdose of emptiness!
July 13, 2009 at 6:40am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Buy yourself a pet, a bottle, a plane ticket,…
July 13, 2009 at 2:12pm –
Alexandre Fisselier
Here you are, awake, no more desire to shop, well if now that you say it I want a daisy, I am pommé, a little, a lot, passionately, madly, not at all, […], madly, more petals,…
With these words, I will continue with these futile castings,… Ironically, I have never been so surrounded while being so alone!
July 13, 2009 at 2:19pm –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Last night you were talking about Virgin Suicides, but in the end you are Lost In Translation,…
Two films by Sofia Coppola, two moral states!
July 13, 2009 at 7:17pm –
Alexandre Fisselier
Good point, she has Sofia Coppolisé me, but do you think the Canadian title of Lost In Translation, « Infidel Translation », is a little hidden ironic touch, like, you’re down, hold still? Basically well seen but clumsy your association,…
And to push a little further in the cinematographic links, I quote you the Titanic, simple, I met Laura on Tuesday, April 14, 2009 at 11:40 pm, on April 14, 1912 the Titanic sank at 11:50 pm,…
In the cinema this film is just the perfect cliché of love that ends badly, a tragic love, death in final celebration,… Here I make you associations of ideas,…
In short, far from being the king of the world, I’m sinking, I’m sinking, I’m drowning,… Frozen heart?
July 13, 2009 at 8:43pm – –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Frozen heart, she was your princess, yes your ice princess. They lived happily?
July 14, 2009 at 1:53am –
Alexandre Fisselier
Princess yes, lived happily I do not know, love makes happy? If so, I was the happiest man in the world,…
Ice princess, I don’t know, but I don’t stay still, even if she freezes me on the spot, the static love, rooted,…
Here I am, I’m the Mr. Freeze of love,…
July 14, 2009 at 2:06am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Yes you were happy, a little too much,… Sorry to hear that.
July 14, 2009 at 2:06am –
Alexandre Fisselier
So not romantic egotist, but romantic naive?
July 14, 2009 at 2:07am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Then you were the biggest sucker in history!
July 14, 2009 at 2:08am –
Alexandre Fisselier
The most in love as a result!
July 14, 2009 at 2:09am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Unfortunately for you, yes! Gotta go, watch out for you, tonight I’m not fixing your antics, avoid doing the L***e or hotel roof thing again after your encounter with her!!! See you tomorrow for our Facebook novel
July 14, 2009 at 2:15am –
Alexandre Fisselier
Tonight I do not go out, no more or not the moral or physical strength!
The roof of the hotel I do not regret, it is not every day that we shout that, and for a good reason!
L***e it was after the breakup, now I regret a little more,…
See you tomorrow for our novel on Facebook
July 14, 2009 at 2:18am –
Pierre Alexis (Abso)
Chronicle of my night : Maybe
Chronicle of my life : Maybe
My quote of the day: « Drugs are the nomadism of the excluded ». By Jacques Attali
My phrase before going to sleep: Music puts me to sleep.
July 14, 2009 at 5:54am –
Alexandre Fisselier
I think I love him, even more than before because I lost him,…
July 14, 2009 at 1:14pm –
So, what’s my problem?
Drug
« But why am I in my preschool’s playground? Why is there so much mist, I am swimming in a cloud, a cloud of powder.
But what the hell is this Smart in the middle, between the slide and the « semolina » bin? Who gets off? But damn it’s her!
My heart,… Shit I can’t move, I’m frozen in this thick white, come to me my love,…
Naaaaaaaaaaaan! She sinks into this cloud, her face blurs, she disappears, I fall on this soft bed.
Shit, I missed half the meeting, it’s my turn to speak, I have the right to say that my grass is good?
No, well okay, then I’ll just come up with a bullshit slogan and get out of here fast. »
Agenda
07/03/10 –:– Get out of Paris for the day
08/03/10 02:00 Folie’s Pigalle: Sweetest Taboo (20€ with drink)
09/03/10 23:00 Baron: History of,…
10/03/10 01:00 Social Club: Antisocial with Loo & Placido
11/03/10 20:45 Canal Plus: Dexter then Weed, and then direction Regine’s around 01:00
Ending Formula
I think I’m in love,
But it won’t last!
Unless, of course… And if,…
Nope, impossible!
And like in the song,
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