Sunday, November 05, 2006
Damn The Face Of My Own Selfless Trek
Romance as I believed it, was this fleting ideal where every gesture is extended and every gesture is blessed by a whole chorus of angels in heaven. In all truth... what romance truely is — it's every excess... every selfless act that is somehow part of the quest for the truth of being. There is nothing spellbinding about it... it's more like something you watch, like a car accident.
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I hate that fuckin' bitch !
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