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From the Bottom of My Heart to the Bottom of the Roosevelt (Introduction)
Narrator: "Love is a powerful thing. Some might say that the very mystery of it is what puts our universe and all that we know life to be in steady motion. Depending on what love is or even Who love is to you, you might find that statement to be far more true than you had anticipated.
"Though time and time again history seems to repeat itself, not every story of love turns out quite like everyone would hope for. Sometimes an end materializes leaving many expectations far unmet. Is there strength to move forward? Is there any reason to continue when what was certain to be destiny abruptly turns to devastation?
"This is where my story begins, a mystery, I might say, of love. A young man left to wonder if there is truly something special about two hearts that are able to beat together. Wondering if the same power is even fractionally attainable among the shallowest of flings, stirrings that come from lesser substitutions and birthed from desperate desolation. Settling for cramming endless efforts into black holes of hollowness. And this, often leading us to accepting wolfs in sheepskin and dumpsters outside of free buffets. Neither coming from the source that is deep and able enough to satisfy and birth a drive of pure and passionate affection. I could only hope that source to be true love and long to know that two hearts in beautiful rhythm would be something special, something rare. Beating like they were the pulsing back bone of a symphony, a symphony of life and love, a symphony that sings the world into perfect and messy motion."
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Rest in peace my lover,
For you've been murdered in my heart.
Rest in peace dear friend,
For the antibodies have sensed your rebellion.
The extermination has begun.
Your addiction was greater than our love,
For your sake I hope you can kill it.
Or I hope it was worth what you threw away,
But with one fix after another, I wouldn't remain hopeful.
Narrator: "Love is a powerful thing. Some might say that the very mystery of it is what puts our universe and all that we know life to be in steady motion. Depending on what love is or even Who love is to you, you might find that statement to be far more true than you had anticipated.
"Though time and time again history seems to repeat itself, not every story of love turns out quite like everyone would hope for. Sometimes an end materializes leaving many expectations far unmet. Is there strength to move forward? Is there any reason to continue when what was certain to be destiny abruptly turns to devastation?
"This is where my story begins, a mystery, I might say, of love. A young man left to wonder if there is truly something special about two hearts that are able to beat together. Wondering if the same power is even fractionally attainable among the shallowest of flings, stirrings that come from lesser substitutions and birthed from desperate desolation. Settling for cramming endless efforts into black holes of hollowness. And this, often leading us to accepting wolfs in sheepskin and dumpsters outside of free buffets. Neither coming from the source that is deep and able enough to satisfy and birth a drive of pure and passionate affection. I could only hope that source to be true love and long to know that two hearts in beautiful rhythm would be something special, something rare. Beating like they were the pulsing back bone of a symphony, a symphony of life and love, a symphony that sings the world into perfect and messy motion."
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Rest in peace my lover,
For you've been murdered in my heart.
Rest in peace dear friend,
For the antibodies have sensed your rebellion.
The extermination has begun.
Your addiction was greater than our love,
For your sake I hope you can kill it.
Or I hope it was worth what you threw away,
But with one fix after another, I wouldn't remain hopeful.