all
males
think
infatuation
is
love?
fall
in
and
out
as
children
do
don't
try
to
maintain
the
quality
but
discard
it
for
the
cheap
and
new
what
hope
does
real
love
have
in
the
hands
of
such
a
child
christmas!
ultimate
proof
that
life
is
empty
happiness
is
the
absence
of
intellect
expecting
lifes
eventualities
does
not
make
for
coping
with
their
arrival
any
easier
you
so
distanced
i
a
foreign
country
what
do
you
offer
that
i
would
give
up
my
freedom
infinity
given
love
cataclysmic
like
children
we
push
each
others
boundaries
both
bruising
we
remain
to
betray
one
lover
only
to
find
the
second
wasn't
worth
the
price
people
talk
of
being
suckered
but
for
this
to
happen
first
they
must
sucker
themselves
who
say
you
this
not
be
a
gift
from
infinity
why
not
the
tender
whispered
words
why
not
the
warm
embrace
you
already
have
russia's
wives
did
you
imagine
her
gentle
so
out
of
touch
with
reality
dresses
up
what
he
won't
see
that
he
is
merely
like
you
and
me
ignoble
unrefined
and
crude
as
can
be
with
desires
and
appetites
he
wants
to
make
free
in
love
very
easily ”
clutching
his
heart
so
piously
ever
blind
will
he
never
see
real
love
not
them
but
me
adolescent
infatuation
is
falling
in
love
with
imagination
your
own
and
when
you
read
the
words
above
ask
yourself
is
that
really
love?
he
doesn't
do
love
he
does
infatuation
falling
fast
and
ferverantly
for
girls
women
are
too
old
too
cold
too
real
and
made
of
steel
drive
too
hard
both
hands
on
the
wheel
what's
the
differance
between
a
discussion
and
an
argument
is
a
discussion
when
both
parties
want
to
talk
and
an
argument
when
only
one
of
them
does?
illusions
shattered
mirror
shards
scattered
rending
self
image
what
we
end
up
with
love?
or
some
close
approximation...
idols
don't
just
have
feet
of
clay
and
topple
with
a
resounding
crash
if
a
woman
sticks
with
a
man
thro
thick
and
thin
into
old
age
expecting
emotional
reward
she
will
be
disappointed
what
she
gets
is
comments
on
her
aging
from
an
old
man
that
wants
young
girls
no
matter
how
much
bull
shit
you
go
thro
with
a
man
there
is
always
more
to
come
there
doesn't
have
to
be
a
reason
to
dislike
men
they
are
reason
enough
even
cells
in
a
petri
dish
excrete
waste...
the
night
thick
with
darkness
only
moon
and
stars
for
light
her
face
wrinkled
like
crepe
paper
white
hair
a
gossamer
mist
her
harsh
wounded
outbursts
masquerading
as
laughter
the
morning
moon
a
thin
pale
ghost
christmas
is
depressing
if
you
can't
see
the
family
depressing
if
you
can
;o)
molten
sun
sets
the
sky
on
fire
wreaths
of
purple
plume
if
you
run
from
problems
trouble
follows
if
you
want
a
man's
attention
talk
like
a
woman
if
you
want
him
to
get
the
message
talk
like
a
man
what
we
do
is
often
unrelated
to
what
we
know
the
night
sharp
cold
and
still
a
bone
white
moon
hangs
high
what
we
have
with each other
is
complex
and
unfathomable
an attachment
as constant
as
it
is
conflicted
an explanation
often
doesn't fit
any template
of
rhyme or reason
old
age!
all
the
juice
and
venom
gone
maybe not all the venom ;o)
lovers
are
always
more
and
less
than
we
imagine
there
is
a
hard
part
of
me
it's
old
and
scarred
over
all
addictions
whatever
they
be
take
part
of
you
away
from
your
loved
ones
you
can't
have
genius
without
a
measure
of
insanity
intellectual
intelligence
is
a
process
quite
apart
from
emotional
response
having
a
lot
of
the
first
doesn't
govern
the
second
or
mean
they
are
in
equal
distribution
so
much
of
our
lives
is
consumed
by
each
other
together
or
apart
EGO
the
biggest
barrier/blind
of
all
?
lovers....
they
can
flatter
with
expertise
get
in
your
good
graces
one
minute
then
disembowel
you
the
next...
going
any
where?
where
do
relationships
go
?
after
a
while
they
just
lie
there
snow
nothing
begins
or
ends
in
life
and
what
is
far
away
is
next
to
you
what's wrong
with
living
in
the
head
is
lack
of
personal
experience
theory
alone
doesn't
give
enough
of
the
picture
in
fact
that's
often
all
it
gives
i've
dreamed
of
jumping
freight
trains
and
altho
i
never
have
i
stay
on
the
wagon
of
more
than
one
train
they
go
in
all
directions
nothing
of
life
is
static
every
aspect
can
change
within
an
instant
health
relationships
attitudes ...
males
and
females
alike
utilize
each
others
vanity
as
a
vehicle
to
their
own
desires
the
male
ego
is
a
particularly
un
appealing
creature
altho
extremely
useful
to
the
female
there
are
always
huge
divides
of
thinking
in
all
relationships
that
are
glossed
over
otherwise
there
would
be
no
relationships
only
interactions
to
live
within
some
boundaries
is
not
to
be
entirely
merely
to
live
within
some
boundaries
without
some
boundaries
we
would
sink
into
depravity
and
lawlessness
if
we
lived
in
a
world
without
boundaries
we
wouldn't
get
to
pick
which
ones
those
were
to
suit
ourselves
theorizing
something
is
not
enough
to
know
it
you
have
to
live
it
to
know
it
is
to
desire
insanity
or
desire
to
be
regarded
as
insane
insanity
or
affectation ?
to
desire
to
be
outside
of
all
boundaries
insanity
or
merely
over
jaded
?
i've
been
outside
of
enough
boundaries
to
know
just
being
outside
all
of
them
merely
to
experience
is
too
damaging
to
self
and
others
therefore
not
intelligent
it
takes
having
been
outside
of
boundaries
to
gain
the
intelligence
to
see
being
inside
some
boundaries
is
more
intelligent
than
being
outside
of
them
it
takes
more
than
thinking
talking
and
writing
about
being
outside
of
boundaries
to
be
outside
of
boundaries
the
revelation
is
that
there
is
no
revelation
only
the
struggle
towards
light
happiness
is
but
a
fleeting
kiss
a
breathe
of
air
random
surreal
the
smell
of
your
skin
a
narcotic
like
sea
fog
shrouded
frozen
waves
misty
hills
undulate
into
the
distance
why
does
man
see
fit
to
tell
a
woman
she's
lost
her
youthful
glow
a
woman
doesn't
tell
a
man
when
his
aging
starts
to
show
white
clouds
scribbled
across
blue
sky
grey
clouds
dribbled
on
you
and
i
oh
the
ease
of
being
lofty
when
detached
from
oneself
no
pain
or
pleasure
to
be
gained
when
sitting
on
that
shelf
what
man
desires
above
all
else
from
a
woman besides physical beauty
is
protection
from
the
truth
and
still
he
doesn't
change
despite
all
he
has
learned
gives
heart
and
soul
to
murderous
bitches
as
long
as
they
are
vision
fair
the
only
saving
grace
man
has
is
his
usefulness
;o)
some
people
seem
to
live
their
lives
in
a
posthumous
fashion
inert
uninspired
disillusionment
their
only
mantle
jealousy
that
most
corrosive
of
emotions
gnaws
at
the
gut
giving
greater
pain
than
failure
loss
hatred
or
despair
he
looks
at
the
world
through
eyes
both
interested
and
interesting
hazy
green
and
as
deep
as
the
ocean
love
can
turn
you
inside
out
and
make
it
hard
to
breathe
real love
is
the
hard yards
the
stretched
too thin
the
warts and all
not
fantasy
mixed with lust
mere
self
gratification
nostalgia
takes
over
where
hope
leaves
off
are
angels
and
monsters
both
you
and
i
when
the
first
frission
of
sexual
attraction
fades
it's
not
the
end
of
love
but
possibly
the
beginning
of
it
we
give
our
lives
in
service
to
a
chimera
despite
knowing
this
fact
the
mind
invents
strategies
to
cope
trouble
begins
when
the
strategies
obliterate
the
truth
the
mind
is
a
curious
creature
and
frequently
acts
like
a
distorting
mirror
it
denies
contorts
refashions
and
forgets
the
mind
builds
bulwarks
against
the
possibility
of
a
person
losing
what
gives
their
world
definition
OR
the
mind
builds
bulwarks
against
the
possibility
of
losing
long
held
beliefs
the
past
doesn't
prevent
it
from
being
repeated
there
is
no
wrong
decision
only
what
we
decide
and
what
we
learn
from
it
the
world
is
not
a
place
wherein
you
can
depend
on
people
to
have
common
sense
instead
fear
and
slyness
abound
fragrances
can
transport
you
to
lands
you've
never
been
to
mingle
with
people
you'll
never
know
women
are
a
bit
like
cars
to
men
they
want
all
the
ones
they
fancy
in
the
sales
yard
make
a
purchase
and
as
soon
as
she's
out
of
the
salesyard
she's
devalued...
and
as
she
ages
sometimes
they
trade
her
in
see
the
stars
set
in
your
eyes
whoever
said
men
don't
have
time
for
feelings
was
wrong
they
do
hungry
horny
tired
;o)
words
should
be
chosen
as
carefully
as
friends
men
you
seem
so
contradictory
want
dewy
eyed
admiration
but
when
that's
expressed
it's
often
met
with
stoney
silence
what
is
that
??
there's
not
a
lot
that's
real
about
what
a
man
really
wants
from
a
woman
but
men
don't
really
see
women
as
real
anyway
persons
challenge
can
be
another's
excuse
life
is
so
absurd
yet
still
we
cling
to
it
when
in
argument
foolish
is
the
man
who
thinks
he
can
better
a
woman
at
anything
;o)
don't
break
on
the
wheel
of
personal
disaster
if
you
are
a
male
and
not
a
parent
there
are
some
things
you
will
never
see
or
understand
and
in
fact
some
males
even
as
parents
won't
the
whole
world
fades
away
when
you
submit
to
the
constricting
embrace
of
an
obsession
so
alike
yet
unalike
perfect
and
impossible
kids
of
today
just
want
to
play
and
play
think
therefore
is
all
they
have
to
say
love
comes
crashing
down
don't
think
about
love
it
only
makes
you
cry
your
eyes
are
so
deep
i'm
scared
to
step
into
them
sometimes
i
fall
into
the
black
pit
and
can
only
look
up
at
the
rim
and
you
my
north
star
trying
so
hard
to
stay
steps
ahead
i
feel
the
tide
lapping
at
my
feet
i
have
two
lives
they
run
concurrent
satiating
desire
for
life
and
death
throwing
pebbles
into
a
pool
they
sink
to
the
bottom
like
the
discarded
beliefs
of
childhood
the
sunlight
has
gone
the
night
never
ends
hopelessness
decends
like
a
shroud
sex
will
accommodate
itself
to
any
amount
of
unusual
couplings
where
you
want
your
money
to
go
and
where
it
does
go
are
different
places
one
year
of
marriage
four
seasons
in
hell
while
communicating
with
a
woman
a
man
will
find
himself
speaking
about
one
thing
while
trying
to
read
the
subtext
of
another
;o)
the
ocean
swells
buckle
and
heave
forming
mountains
and
valleys
an
ever
changing
liquid
landscape
new
life
old
dream
what
do
they
mean
sky
a
panorama
of
mountain
ranges
purple
grey
and
white
clouds
swelled
into
a
landscape
it's
a
hard
battle
seeing
what
is
and
what
isn't
what
is
and
what
isn't
what
is
what
isn't
i
have
to
be
the
two
of
me
starling
chicks
fallen
down
the
wall
cavity
the
sounds
of
dying
baby
birds
for
the
next
3
days ...
unhand
me
foul
life
i
fend
off
your
embrace
'tis
deaths
sweet
breath
i
would
feel
on
my
face
livid
edged
clouds
drop
great
globules
of
rain
leaving
coin
spots
on
the
cement
lightning
springs
from
dark
curves
as
cloud
canopy
splits
rain
sheets
down
fractured
hairy
fairy
leaping
over
toxic
toadstools
do
you
see
yourself
my
love
can
only
be
fractured
with
glimses
of
a
unity
that
might
have
been
to
touch
infinity
and
see
it
all
around
why
punish
me
for
your
own
mind
set
it
is
your
mind
set
or
is
that
why...
you
look
up
at
the
stars
and
infinity
but
are
entrenched
in
the
gutter
spiral
in
the
sun
in
motion
it's
so
much
easier
to
sink
into
hell
than
ascend
to
heaven
some
are
born
to
it
one
of
the
saddest
aspects
of
aging
is
the
loss
of
surprise
altho
you
never
actually
lose
that
infinity
always
surprises
just
less
often
;o)
there
is
no
black
and
white
there
are
only
shades
of
grey
though
we're
taught
when
young
to
believe
it's
so
life
could
never
be
that
way
emotions
stockpiled
to
hurl
at
his
head
don't
shatter
like
glass
