Les feuilles mortes

[hyphysiology]

in many a mind, love is conceived as a fire that burns, dies, can be rekindled.
love is an accumulative drive, that which flesh and blood and facial lines cannot map.
the metaphysics of love are deep and thick like mesquite tree trunks.
hours of chopping.
years of gathering.
love is not the fire, but the wood that keeps it burning

Comments

[godemperorskwib]

ja say love is the smoke that rise from it all
up to heaven, irie
I respect I eternally

[anonymous]

love is the piss that flows from my penis and extinguishes the flame.
love was the the whizzzky i drank to forget all about you.

love that i couldnt keep inside because it inhibited my ADH

[teenagedebutant]

let's invest in propane tanks

[hyphysiology]

all-in-all that is a pimp idea. we could have a spring of a barbeques