I don't come here seeking answers.

[virgin_absinthe]

There's always a certain level of understand when reading other people's post on this vast wasteland of internet. We always have a certain mindset coming into to such places like LJ or myspace. Any idiot can ask what love is. While asking in itself is not really a measurement of stupidity, the abstract bullshit we sling forth as answers sometimes

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[hondaklr_7]

I don't love you; I just really like how you make my brain function.

hello new myspace quote.!

[tensepian]

Well love being a chemical raction in the brain is about as "western facts" as you can get.

I just woke up 30 seconds ago so i will use this shitty analogy. Love (or whatever vague type thingy like that) is part of a beautiful sculpture. Its depravity is like taking a big chunk out of the sculpture, ruining its beauty. You could argue that the only thing taken away were random molecules of Marble (or whatever compounds make up marble), which would be true, as your own statement is. But there are multpile levels of reality (note: i am not saying "multiple realities", just level in a singular reality).

Brain Chemicals are paint, life is the Painting itself. We try to lessen the severity of the loss by looking at what was taken away from the picture as nothing more that meaningless substance, rather than what is now missing from the Composition

fuck, my brains stuck. there ya go though. same analogy twice. Ima go get drunk off Chai Cream Liqeur and go to school.

[hondaklr_7]

that chai stuff any good?

[tensepian]

yeah its great for making Chai's. not so great for gettin drunk, as its 25 proof.

[hondaklr_7]

tommorow we are getting tranked
its trashed and tanked mixed

[augusta5505]

as long as we have love, does it really matter what it is?