there’s no such thing as a happy hope. it’s all a giant wheel of disenchantment, of sadness, of disorder. you wait and you're cursed.
April 21, 2009 12:39 PM
April 30, 2008 4:26 PM
she spat curses into his mouth, she put duct tape over his mouth, she tied him to the chair and folded him like a bobby pin, and he sat there until he got tetanus.
at the end of the session she left him alone in the room so he could get dressed. he was taking so long she went back to check on him and caught him talking to himself, facing the wall. he was kind of nervous and hid something in his pants, it looked like an ipod, she didn’t hear what he was saying, she said maybe it was a tape recorder, maybe he was spying, investigating. that was black smoke. i said i don’t like black smoke. i don’t mind mental disorders because they all follow a routine, even the weirdest creep has a pattern, i read them all, but you do nothing with black smoke. we started to worry.
October 29, 2007 3:05 PM
August 2nd, 2008 11:23 AM
while waiting for the prodigious moment, he meets mary, befriends her, confesses his intuition to and converts her. so they wait together, but nothing happens. they wait for years. they get more and more ready for the thing to happen, but the only thing that happens is the death of mary. at the cemetery, john, now facing a liz taylor-like nervous breakdown, understands that mary, mary, whom he had in front of him all these years, was the sublime thing.