I Stand Alone Page #3

I'm alone.

And so is she.

We are born alone,

live our lives alone and die alone.

Alone, forever alone.

Even when f***ing we're alone.

Alone with our body

Alone with our life...

...which is like a tunnel,

impossible to share.

Over the years it only gets worse...

...only leaving memories of a life

that's slowly deteriorating.

Look, Mrs. Fabienne.

What is she doing here?

Damn, we're there already.

Strange... whenever I like a girl,

I mess it up.

Even when they want me.

She definitely does.

But I bet she has a boyfriend.

All girls have boyfriends somewhere.

Life is a tunnel. Everyone has his

own little tunnel.

Only there is no light at the end.

It is a void.

Even memories will be gone.

The old people do know this.

They live a simple life.

They have small pensions

and a small grave.

And it's all completely useless.

Even having children.

When you're old and poor

they will put you in a home...

...to let you suffer in silence.

They don't care.

They don't love their parents.

It's a myth. You only love your

mother when she feeds you.

And your father when he gives you money.

Once her breasts are all

dried out...

...or when your father's pockets

are empty, better put them away...

...and hope they'll die a

quick and cheap death.

It's the law of life.

Only when there's an inheritance

the children pretend to be nice.

But for a fridge or TV there is,

no need to play nice guy.

Maybe just the bare minimum,

for ease of mind.

Call them every other month...

a couple of tears at the funeral

and you've done your duty.

Love and friendship. It's all

full of sh*t

Illusions from your youth,

to cover up the fact...

...that all human relationships

are redundant.

Sure friendship and love are useful,

only when they're beneficiary .

Reality is much more corrupted.

You love your mother because she

feeds you so you stay alive.

Your friend because he helps you get

a job so you stay alive.

Your wife because she cooks for you

and relieves you of your sperm...

...and gives you children

to look after you when you're old...

...and afraid to die.

But punish your child once

and it'll retaliate when you're old.

The punishment...

...will be their tool.

When they put you in a home...

...that will be their excuse to

hide their disinterest...

that we all have

toward our up bringers.

No, I don't like the baby they're

trying to let me have.

And I'm sure the baby

will think the same.

No, f***ing is definitely

misunderstood.

It's even damn expensive.

But well, it's a pastime.

When you don't want to f*** no more

that's when you know your time is up.

And that it's all been the

same in this life.

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