a theory on love

the nail that stands out, gets hit….being bold in love can have its consequences….we call children unconscious and forgive them,,,for there outbursts actions etc…there young…but..i hear an old Japanese man say , how did they do,those actions…Werent they learnt…probably most likely learned straight from the ones in care of them…but! before i gets into the sins of the father shit,im gonna get right back out…..its endless!

what the hell are we doing when we are skirting around…smoozing around the proximities of love….just what are we doing….We are going soft and mushy…shapeshifting…..actually i havent a fcking clue what were doing..but wer doing something….Im eating homemade brown bread with butter and honey…mmh…its a brownbread made with buttermilk..a full litre…by mammy….Love is not like brown bread…Love is a gamble by bringing future into a double bed….and whats good for the goose isnt always good for the gander….which leads to dating apps like tinder and co. making sure the stocks are in fresh? supply of possible wiggling material…give them the sniff of it….love it seems…is very much a theater in our minds…maybe playing an old Black & White…something that defines romance……….and of course reality…..depending on how much psychosis has made its foggy runway in there, leading us to express our madnesses….which is very important in a relationship….i’m exposing my madness so lets go crazy together…..Is love,someone to go ecstatically crazy with? Is love a variety of many things…is love undefineable….i reckon its a little bit like old Kierkegaards damned if you do damned if you dont but with alot of leeway inside that for choosing your type……Its a fun ride to be on the ferris wheel for a time…..but it makes you sick after a time…and then possible delirious…librarys are cool too and chill….but being stuck with a library type person might after hours drive you demented….Clubs are great….but that non stop ness might begin to give you thoughts of murdering that person should they not stop….does anyone really know there type i hear a little spanish fat man say….i guess i had no theory after all…….toodles

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