From a letter...

[balonie]

I was born to love-my body made for love, my soul molded in the spirit of love. Love is instinctual to me, living an act of love. Sensualist that I am, I cannot imagine an existence without love, its pleasures and delights or its pains and sorrows. I desire love in its entirety, desire that complex entity which permeates and transforms every facet

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[of_doom]

Jeanette Winterson.

[balonie]

*laughs* Is that who love turns one into?

[of_doom]

It was the first thing that came to mind. Maybe it was the nature of the passage. But I was haunted.

[balonie]

It's funny how anything of value I have ever produced has been dedicated to someone. I need their life's blood in my veins, need them to guide me, to be my muse. Transference can only occur through the body of the beloved.

[anapnea]

Oh, my god, that deserves to be carved into trees and tucked into ocean-bound bottles and written by airplanes across the sky. I love this.

[balonie]

But see, if that is true of me, then it is true of every person on this planet.