Ranting Stephen: Ah, Love
Love. Isn't it great? It's so cute. So fucking cute. Like cooing babies in a movie theatre cute. There's the "Oooh, A baby" part. And the "Ugh, a baby" part.
Or better yet, it's like a litter of baby kittens- with Huge eyes of blue , green, and maybe hazel; all furry and cuddly and innocent looking (and who doesn't like kittens) - covered in horse shit, petroleum oil, and period blood (that's VAGINA blood..).
You see, the kittens are just the cutest thing in the world (well, maybe it's rabbits or birds or something) and you just want to hold one, take it home and dress it up in funny clothes...
But the stench, it's just so awful. So bloody awful that when you get close enough, you puke up your liver. Then you say "By God, Jesus, Mary, and Moses' twin brother Moses-2, what is that horrendous, stupendous, tremndous and just generally bad STENCH?!?!" (yes that's what you say) "What is THIS!?!?"
Then, you feel a twinge on your pant leg and see a tiny angel standing there, pulling on you. You pick it up in the palm of your hand and raise it to eye level. It's Cupid. And he says "Why, that's love, dear. The sickening, nauseating stench of love. And you've been doomed to search for it." (Why would you ever want it? Because when you own it, it doesn't stink AND it tastes great, like a parfait)
From there on, you wander the cold, barren wasteland of society aching to have a love of your own. You're envious of other people's love and try to keep your distance. But every once in a while you get real close to finding it, and puke on some unsuspecting baby.
And that's what Love is like. I swear.
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