happy endings are all alike;

every unhappy ending is unhappy in its own way. self-portrait in rome 2011


the half-life of love affairs


Long before all that jazz I got sick, and he called to see how I was, then showed up at my hotel room door.

He observed me all feverish and disheveled in my nightgown and I thought, “I don’t even know him, and he brings me medicine - what a nice guy!”

Except there are no nice guys; just ones with different degrees of attraction to you, plus all the different degrees of their inclination to act on it.

Cut to months later, in which I’m carrying this slowly decaying feeling around, waiting for it to die, trying not to get infected.

They say it ain’t over till the fat lady sings and I’m looking for her in every joint in town, wanting to grab her and say “Goddamn it, sing lady – sing!”


8 comments:

Mari Pops said...

detesto la palabra happy

Como va todo???
CUando se podra ver el documental de Cambodia

girlontape said...

jajajajaj not me! jajaj
todo en orden... i think... release date es sept 2011... te aviso! besos Mary

Alelí said...

que lindaaaaaa, parece un cuadro!

girlontape said...

qué cumplido Alelí muchas gracias!

giardigno65 said...

è il vuoto che mi attrae dal muro all'ombellico ...

dasbald said...

creo que anna k, antes de finalizar todo debe de haber pensado: no en vano te carcome la melancolia, como dice la cancion popular rusa.

nie na prasna taska tiebia gloshet!!!

the fallen angel social club said...

the image is stunning ... which seems the wrong comment to make on such a poignant post ..

~simon

girlontape said...

not at all simon, thanks for the great comment :)
all better now... i like a bit of drama from time to time.