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@finallyanswered-blog
"how can i love you if you won't lay down?"
according to luhmann, the core of love is communication. love is a medium, something we use like we use language, a construct. so there is no need to follow intuition or even "feelings", nor preset rituals as "laying down". just communicate.
"ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?"
yeah, totally bring on the carpe diem / seize the day / ... formula, and do all the fun things you still want to do before you die young. in case you still ARE young, of course... withdraw all your savings as small coins, just to deposit them in an instant! punch a pony in the face! clutter up your room with baby kittens! stay up for a week straight! make the best grilled cheese sandwich in the world! start a weird cult! listen through a whole U2 album without batting an eyelid! quaff caffeinated drinks at midnight (or later)! wear a funny hat!
"he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious?"
erm, yes. you probably wanted to "subtly" suggest that it´s a natural thing that they would - even if just secretly - be in love BECAUSE they have different genitalia. there again i really appreciate you taking up the cudgels for baggy clothing.
"what would stiv bators do?"
stiv bators wouldn´t wait, no matter at what cost.
"who the fuck are arctic monkeys?"
they are a pretty mediocre corporate indie rock band from sheffield/united kingdom.
"what do you get when you fall in love?"
first, you get a chemical process that consists of a whole load of weird amphetamines rollercoaster-ing in your brain. your brain fools you to very much unconsciously find yourself in another person. pretty narcistic, huh? and since you´re such a great person and have found yourself ONCE MORE, you now mostly get bike rides on sunday afternoons, canned stumbles in smoky dutch bars at 4 a.m., spontaneous dance-offs in supermarkets, and some sort of mental security with all its positive and negative consequences. deal with it.
you DON´T get a lot of sleep.
"do you want to get heavy?"
actually, i would like to get a little heavier. it´s a matter of perspective though, but generally heaviness isn´t the worst of all features. my now-skinny butt wouldn´t hurt anymore as soon as i sit down on the ground. i would be more open to punching dudes in the face who stalk my sister. i could eat more. i would leave deeper foot steps in the snow. so yes, i´d want to get heavy.
"what would you think if i sang out of tune?"
i would think, why didn´t you get at least that little help from your friends paul and john, who could have easily taken over on the vocals part?
"how do your raise your kids in a ghetto?"
basically: a child needs a helping hand, or it will grow to be an angry young man/woman some day. so just don´t let the little boy/girl play in the street, and do not forget to wipe his nose. also, food is important, otherwise he or she might start to roam the streets at night, and learn how to steal and learn how to fight, might even break away, buy a gun, steal a car, run (not far though). if you´re the mama, you will cry.
"do they know it´s christmas?"
of course they do. they might be starving, but they´re not stupid.
"do you believe in magic?"
erm, actually, yes! earvin johnson jr. definetely is one of the most gifted, if not even the best basketball player of all times. he even dominated this game after diagnosed HIV, and does a lot of amazing things after having retired from sports. what is there not to believe in?!
"who´s got the crack?"
not that i would have a clue about this, but is doing crack still a thing? i thought it´s a fossil only found in muddy houses on devastated blocks in late 70s major cities´ ghettos, or in movies starring christian bale. i don´t have it, but you´ll soon find new friends when asking the exact same question in the park (pretty much any park). just stick to the sketchy dudes.
"and what about your dedication?"
thanks for reminding me. it´s tough. the more often you feel this heavy grey curtain lulling your mind with slothfulness and resignation, the harder it gets to maintain your own standards. at the same time there´s so much crazy stuff out there (bagel shops, night bike rides, blogs, ...) that can make a fresh breeze blast around your forehead, and serve as a wake-up (or don´t-fall-asleep) call. it´s still there, even if sometimes smothered in piles of excreta. it often just takes on single piece of paper to draw on, and it´s back! eternally fifteen (or nineteen)!
"who scared you and why were you born, my babe?"
seeing dad having shaved his full beard scared the shit out of me, i think by the time i just couldn´t tell what happened, and it was the most confusing thing to me. who WAS he?! speaking of my dad: i was very much likely born because he and the person who would later be introduced to me as "mother" had intercourse and didn´t really pay attention to safer sex (although it wasn´t all about "safety" in particular but more about not having to buy even more bread, nappies and candy). and thanks for the "babe", though i don´t get why.
"is this the real life?"
no, it´s just fantasy.
"where does your body begin?"
it depends on the perspective, either what you look at first (hands/ nose/ sway back/ ...), what´s the top of it (most likely a brow?), or what you feel first (forehand/ fist/ bad breath/ ...). the first person ever seeing my body probably has seen/grabbed my naked head first, that´s where both my body and my life technically began i guess.
"do you know how i dream, how i dream about you?"
umm, i really don´t know, but i am not sure if i want to. telling from your facial expression it could be all weird, like me dressed up (of course up above only) as an ugly giant fuzzy bear covered with cream cake relics, and harassing senior men by calling them names and performing explicit motion. or do you mean technically? i guess you just lay down, fall asleep, wait til you´re in the REM stage, and then wait til i apparate?