The idea that love is somehow a good thing is a myth.
Love is an enormous pile of maggot-infested excrement that laughing idiots sling at each other and ingest until their stomachs explode with the acrid stench steaming out of their corpses. The fools who survive go back and tell the uninitiated how nice the excrement is, and they'll never be fulfilled without it. And then everybody else becomes a fool because of some inner chemical that requires they go eat the shit beyond their capacity, like goldfish overeating. And then they shit who heaps of new love of before their own stomachs explode.
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Love is an enormous pile of maggot-infested excrement that laughing idiots sling at each other and ingest until their stomachs explode with the acrid stench steaming out of their corpses. The fools who survive go back and tell the uninitiated how nice the excrement is, and they'll never be fulfilled without it. And then everybody else becomes a fool because of some inner chemical that requires they go eat the shit beyond their capacity, like goldfish overeating. And then they shit who heaps of new love of before their own stomachs explode.
That's love.
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