Sorry more rant...

[dollfacedxdecay]

Oysters? Diamonds? Conch Chowder? Spanish fly? Amateurs. Poetry? Flowers? Lingerie? Perfume? Pretenders. The truest, most powerful aphrodisiac isn’t any of these - it is hate. Sex does not live in our heads or our hearts, sex lives in our bowels, in the dark spaces within and below. Sex resides in our loins where hate festers, masticating us from within until we explode in a rage of passion. I am hate. I was not born of God’s heart or spirit, but emerged from his mighty taint to expose the power of hate, to show that it is the envy of love. To love someone is to think of them three times, five times, ten times a day. To hate them is to never have them out of your thoughts. To hate someone is to be smothered by them, overwhelmed by feeling, made alive by their very existence. Love can be cured by a slight, by gossip, by rumor, by a pair of socks left unhampered or a slip of the tongue at a dinner party.