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I start to write a vague theory without any names, generic and familiar circumstances and denying what any of you would normally refer to as emotion, but it turns into some sideshow that would easily be defined as psychotic emo shit and upset the few who might read behind the lines.
Desire should not be mistakenly connotated as love because it has only been lust and want. Can I preach this anymore or are you all just deaf? It doesn't bother me because I hold my own set of ideals or what some might commonly refer to as lack thereof. See if I care and prove your 'love' more than third-degree lust and this month's infatuation, the new leather.
Anna keeps me away from the computer so if you're looking for some answer as to why I don't update that's it.
If I say fuck it and disappear for five weeks and six days just to scour the earth for a decent cup of coffee, don't worry.
Desire should not be mistakenly connotated as love because it has only been lust and want. Can I preach this anymore or are you all just deaf? It doesn't bother me because I hold my own set of ideals or what some might commonly refer to as lack thereof. See if I care and prove your 'love' more than third-degree lust and this month's infatuation, the new leather.
Anna keeps me away from the computer so if you're looking for some answer as to why I don't update that's it.
If I say fuck it and disappear for five weeks and six days just to scour the earth for a decent cup of coffee, don't worry.