The Ultimate Revenge is Art
Child—do not forget! He will be memorialised! That notorious motherfucker, the crusher of hearts! I would call him a pussy but I won’t insult one, living or dead—neither animal nor the thing between legs! He thinks that time heals, that your feelings will fall away and die. Oh he’s so foolish! Did he not know you can write? Did he not remember that dance between your tongue and your mind? Boy! Your sentence will be served! (Ain’t you read these sentences I just served?) I remember everything you did, because I wrote it down. I wrote it down for all these people to read, all these people to feel, for all these people to heal — let them do it along with me! What is revenge? I don’t need to cut buttons off your suits, call your other woman and tell her the truth. No, boy. The ultimate revenge is my art.