that's right, i got it right the first time. love is the beginning of all the misery that existed in the history of human kind. say one fucking day you were so fucking bored you had an urge to climb a fucking holy mountain to seek advise from the distinctive o-holy-one-that-sits-on-the-mountain-doing-not-all-day-long-waiting-for-idiot-to-question-the-secret-of-life, he'll probably tell you that: a) you're a fucking nutcase for climbing all the way to the mountain when you can fucking email him. b) hahahaha, you're a dumbass, really. (from this moment on, your ear will be clogged only by the waves of laughter for a good 5 minute) c) love sucks!
truly, the initial encounter with love is one of the most amazing things that could touch a person's life. there's the occasional butteflies, and in some isolated cases, some floating sensation. theoritically, there is absolutely nothing bad about falling in love. that, only applies at the beginning.
the consequences, however, are severe, it gets as ugly as a gay ogre orgy or worst. within a blink of a eye, the rainbow becomes a ring of fire, the beauty becomes the beast, well the rest i'd rather let your imagination run wild. the conclusion is, love will always find their way to your ass.
not matter how bad things goes, one will always never let it up so easily. they would want to go through all the unnecessary adversaries just to experience the light swept of love's tender again, as ungenerous as it might get. even when things go ugly ugly again, the first soft touch always holds more weight than the latter.
i have to stop drinking these fucking black beers to get rid of them fucking hangovers. damn.
9:02 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
