Complex Chucking.
Then the guy goes Blah. The girl goes Bleh.
And then we look on to witness the most mindless conversation in history.
Unfortunately for him and her; it is a moot point.
It's love.
Universally, its accepted.
You could take a crap in the wild, get drenched and soaking wet in cat pee but when you are tidy enough you'll realize that the girl doesn't give a shit about it and will come to dry your hair after that painfully long shower.
Bullshit.
Reality is, if you were dumb enough to be soaking in cat piss; you'd probably be one of those loner bachelor/ettes with a fetish for a loner life with loads of cats and not be the guy or girl in love.
Every valentine's day is hyped. It's a celebration of love and a pain in the ass.
For every heart ache mended, there are a million more broken.
It's like war.
Casualties outweigh the people celebrating the victory.
When you are safe, it's all good.
Plush life. What not.
What is love?
Nobody knows and nobody will.
What we perceive as love can be anything under the sun. It's varied in forms. Spawning across species.
Yet nobody has perfected the love potion.
Not like it's the simple lame-ass recipe to make Powerpuff girls [Respect to the show!]
It's complex.
We cannot let it be.
Math's complex too.
We easily make do by chucking it.
Chucking everything isn't the answer to life I know.
But right now, I'd stick to math. Lets leave the complex human emotions for a later time. Like when I start loving my pet dog when I'm 60 or something and about to kick the bucket.
Shall we?
Adieu, Morons!
And then we look on to witness the most mindless conversation in history.
Unfortunately for him and her; it is a moot point.
It's love.
Universally, its accepted.
You could take a crap in the wild, get drenched and soaking wet in cat pee but when you are tidy enough you'll realize that the girl doesn't give a shit about it and will come to dry your hair after that painfully long shower.
Bullshit.
Reality is, if you were dumb enough to be soaking in cat piss; you'd probably be one of those loner bachelor/ettes with a fetish for a loner life with loads of cats and not be the guy or girl in love.
Every valentine's day is hyped. It's a celebration of love and a pain in the ass.
For every heart ache mended, there are a million more broken.
It's like war.
Casualties outweigh the people celebrating the victory.
When you are safe, it's all good.
Plush life. What not.
What is love?
Nobody knows and nobody will.
What we perceive as love can be anything under the sun. It's varied in forms. Spawning across species.
Yet nobody has perfected the love potion.
Not like it's the simple lame-ass recipe to make Powerpuff girls [Respect to the show!]
It's complex.
We cannot let it be.
Math's complex too.
We easily make do by chucking it.
Chucking everything isn't the answer to life I know.
But right now, I'd stick to math. Lets leave the complex human emotions for a later time. Like when I start loving my pet dog when I'm 60 or something and about to kick the bucket.
Shall we?
Adieu, Morons!
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