Just when I thought that love was overstated, I came across a killer opening paragraph that succintly sums up the dirtier moments within the concept known as love. All right, it may not be a concept to some, but there are moments when one suspects that aliens are easier to comprehend.
From the blogger known as the Provocateur is the following, “Delicately Smashed to Pieces“…
Love is a blindfolded fistfight in some sleazy alley at four a.m. when you are too tired to fight even though you’ve been taunting this bully your entire life. Love is the elevator music waiting room that you’ve been in, anticipating this fight – seething at this chance.
It’s purely orgasmic. Okay, not in the porno-rrific way, but you can identify with what he’s saying about love.If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed.
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