Find what you love and let it kill you for death is the sweetest
reward. Let it kill you hard, let it kill you slow and savor the pain
your love brought forth. For love equates pain and it coexists with the
other. Blind you are to love and not see pain coming. Blind and a dumb
fucker. Love is never all good. Love is never all happiness. To love is
to be fucked up, and love again. It is what we do. We love. We fuck.
Love fucks us. We fuck up love.
To love is to commit suicide. We
kill ourselves with the things we love. Make no mistake for this isn't
tragedy but a splendid romance.
Nay, love is never fleeting. It is
never lost; it just changes its form, its substance, its weight, and
how it matters. Well, love is a fucked up thing. But it is the one thing
that matters; the one thing that drives and fuels us in every day of
fucked up trivialities.
Love is the whore we buy to fuck us good.
We pay it with no gold but our souls. How weird it is that we sell our
souls to a whore who screws us all the same. We are fools. We don't
think of the pain. We think of love and nothing else. In the grandest of
things we don't think at all.
Sometimes love is a fair maiden. A
beautiful bitch. You don't buy her because she comes on her own. She
will protect you and will not care if you give anything back. She's one
selfless bitch.
Now screw all this crap. Love is how we see it be:
a whore, a bitch, a maiden. After all, it all boils down to who does
the fucking and who's fucked.
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