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Mother fucker.
I had somethign deepoly profound and meaningful to say.
i think ill leave it at this: Last week was pretty fucking awful.
Saturday night was pretty bitchin.
God i would love to feel the touch of another human.
Or even a fucking animal rubbing my hand with its head.
Just a connection.
Love is not real.
Love is a trite and overly simple word created by petty scared indivduals trying to justify their unintelligable actions and stupid rash ramblings; Created in an effort to try and rationalize, name, label, and controll the connection that someone feels for another person; An attempt to fathom that through another person we can better ourselves; Because it is much easier to improve through external sources than it is through internal mechanisms. The word "love" has become far too loosely used. it is dead withered, and completely devoid all it's deep profound deeply personal conotations.
To be completely subsumed is to be loved. And to loose such a deep and utterly perfect connection is to know some of the worst mental anguish in the world.
And that is the risk that is inherint in living.
To be miserable and alone,
or to be filled with sadness and isolation at having lost love?
That is the real question.
One that we did not want to ask.
I had somethign deepoly profound and meaningful to say.
i think ill leave it at this: Last week was pretty fucking awful.
Saturday night was pretty bitchin.
God i would love to feel the touch of another human.
Or even a fucking animal rubbing my hand with its head.
Just a connection.
Love is not real.
Love is a trite and overly simple word created by petty scared indivduals trying to justify their unintelligable actions and stupid rash ramblings; Created in an effort to try and rationalize, name, label, and controll the connection that someone feels for another person; An attempt to fathom that through another person we can better ourselves; Because it is much easier to improve through external sources than it is through internal mechanisms. The word "love" has become far too loosely used. it is dead withered, and completely devoid all it's deep profound deeply personal conotations.
To be completely subsumed is to be loved. And to loose such a deep and utterly perfect connection is to know some of the worst mental anguish in the world.
And that is the risk that is inherint in living.
To be miserable and alone,
or to be filled with sadness and isolation at having lost love?
That is the real question.
One that we did not want to ask.