19 April 2012
You do not make love last, love makes you last.....it's a deft waft in the transferential atmosphere is that form of love we feel we must make last....codependency in drag....romantic sobriquets plosive in will and temperament.....when we say I will love you forever, we make a declaration of intensity not of time....nobody can make love last forever in the mutable circus we call life, that royal love is the indescribable thing that keeps us self arising in this moment and this and this and this.....romantic love is a poor clinging substitute like a nicotine patch in the burning-down of the rich Kosmos to its entropic stub....
And yet we love love like dogs love our bones.
Opuss № I