"We are late on rent" - Natasha. her cat scratched her 1 minute ago. Natasha loves that cat. but Natasha does not believe in love.
"Look, honey, I am trying my best" - Peter. Natasha is the most beautiful girl he has had sex with
Natasha's face is getting red.
You can see the wrath.
What will happen now.
Is the result of anger that has been brewing.
For weeks ..
..
"You need to earn more! Find a way!" - Natasha
"Honey, please... I am trying" - Peter. he has lost himself.
"I am going out!" - Natasha
"Where?!"
"To see my friend Jose!"
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Jose has known Natasha for 3. Maybe 4. Maybe 3.5 years? More than 2 for sure. At the beginning he tried to make some moves. It did not work. So Jose was like:
"Okay. It is interesting to talk to her. But never approach her romantically ever again."
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"How have you been?" - Jose
"I got kicked out from this philosophy group. I was the only girl there"
"Nice!" - Jose; "That's my girl!!!"
"They got angry at the word men. That I used it in my manifesto..." - Natasha
"That's cool!" - Jose. he is really enjoying this; "So, what are your plans?"
"I am going to Dubai!" - Natasha
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“i really want to fuck your brains out, you little gothic rosary wearing slut with the prettiest smile on this planet.”
The ones who desperately want love.
What is love?
Baby don't hurt me.
What can't you accept?
Why are you so desperate to believe in love?
“You are the new pain. I am excited.”
“The pain of love recharges me.”
“The force of destruction eventually becomes so powerful it destroys everything. It is just a matter of time. Reconstruction follows. Always? How can you comprehend the infinity in time? The infinity of space? We are missing something fundamental. Space and time might be an illusion. But what is not an illusion? Not for you to ever comprehend. You are a monkey. Dance. Play. Sometimes. I guess? What is the appropriate amount? What is the appropriate amount for contemplation and play? What is the right answer? Right answer? Not for you to ever comprehend.”
“I am just The Devil, dancing with another Devil.”
Peter is hangover. Sitting in a cafe. Trying to read. His second attempt at Nietzsche. Trying to get over his last break up. By a break up he means a fling that lasts 3 weeks. He loves heartache. He seeks for it.
Natasha is russian. Her father recently died. She just does not care anymore. Life is a theatre for her, a game, nothing to be taken seriously. We are all going to die. The universe is indifferent.
She sits in front of him, uninvited, and just stares at him.
"Hey there..!" - smiling for the first time that day, or maybe that week, says Peter.
She is sitting. Not moving at all. Staring at the floor. Then suddenly, looks up, looks at his blue eyes, and asks confidently, and at the same time without any hope:
"Do you believe in God?"
"Well, what do you mean by God?" - asks Peter, getting excited. He loves these topics. He loves these crazy women.
"Oh, so you are one of those assholes..." - says Natasha, intrigued, breaking a little smile.
"And you are one of those crazy ones..." - Peter, now completely being in the present.
She loves these topics. She loves these crazy men.
"If by crazy you mean those who see, sure, I am" - Natasha
"Oh, so you see?" - Peter
"How many realize that it is just a theatre? That we are bunch of actors, clueless, unable to ever find any answers whatsoever... All we do is lie to ourselves. We are too weak to admit that we do not, nor will we ever, know. Marionettes of passions. That's what we are. Yes. I see. And I am not afraid to say it. Maybe you need to gain some confidence. You smell like alcohol." - Natasha, passionately
"So profound. I hope your father is an alcoholic. I hope you have daddy issues." - Peter
"Wow, you really know how to talk to women." - Natasha. She sleeps with men only on the fifth date.
"You are interesting. I like that." - Peter
"Do you know how to cook?" - Natasha
"Yes. I make perfect scrambled eggs. What about you? I hope you do. That's what women should be able to do." - Peter
"Oh, yes, of course, I cook very well, and I clean very well as well. Now will you marry me?" - Natasha
"You need to take me to a dinner first" - smiles Peter, and, continues:
"What are those passions you were talking about before?"
....
They got married. But it did not last. They were able to see their demons, but unable to fight them.
“Philosophers, and deeply pious people - those are the ones that are most deluded. Jesus. Buddha. Full of shit. They experienced the strongest act. Still, it is just an act. People on psychedelics? It is not God that they saw. Nor was it the Devil. Those were just great immersive movies.”
“No one is deceived more by the Devil than Christians, Muslims, Jews, and Buddhists.”