I am kind of a social butterfly. I enjoy romance and candlelight anythings. When alone, I like to build cabins out of blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and anything else deemed appropriate for the particular desired architecture. I often dream of running and hiding from the police or organized criminals out to get me. I rather enjoy these dreams, so I'm not sure what all that means. . . if anything. I hated to be the seeker when at play, and always felt secure in my speed and ability to get away if found. Sometimes I'd hide in obvious spots, positioned with the best escape routes. Options of returning to base were always preferred. But I digress.
I have been trying to gather my thoughts on my days of youth for self remedy. My heart’s vault is locked and cemented. I know my friend Duncan Headstealer has the jackhammer and I will ask of him to help as he did so long ago. I have composed some, but will acquire the love and obedience of all of you in order to continue. I am afraid of drowning in this self-righteously tedious matter.
Regards,
Wolman
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Dearest Seffy,
I am presuming having once read this atrocity and leaving your mark you shall not return. If this is the case....
However if you have returned to this humble sight I like to think of as being the center of the universe, then let me graciously answer a few of your questions. First, I do not wear hats, they mess up my hair. Second, I had dinner once with Pete's best freind, but never with Pete, nor have I met him and therefore he is not my best friend. Third,and final, I have had many attempts at suicide in my younger days and am assuming none of which you are referring to. Thank you for your deepest concerns and meditations.
As Always,
Wolfman
Post Number Six of the New Evolution: Aphrodite's Gleaming Snowy TitPrologue: My contempt for the boldness of M-W.com in attempting to establish a monopoly over the English language is rivaled perhaps only by the UK's use of the term "Standard Time Zone" as though they are the masters of the universe, when clearly He-Man has layed claim to the title. Let me illustrate:The Definition of Love (as found within the annals of M-W.com)
love ('l&v) noun: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties (maternal love for a child)
They proceed to embellish on the many forms of love as you can read for yourself if you are interested, but the only appropriate response afterwards would be "Hah!" and perhaps a snigger at the thought of the audacious writer.
What is love? How can I define it? If I attempt to define it am I missing the point? A man like me can fall in love with a woman before she turns the corner to come into his view. The mere idea of finding kinship in the fleshy crawl of female skin is enough to spark hearts carborating and racing around tracks with randomly appearing finish lines. It is the distinctions between these feelings that sets one relationship apart from another. My love for my son and that I have for my first girlfriend and then again that I have for my latest infatuation would all, if condensed and poured into a cup, possibly prove equal in a device meant for measuring, but my reaction to each of them is very much different. Every action I take, eating my first bowl of crunchy granola or donating my organs to science, is only done out of response to the feeling of love. That is why I am now and have been for some time, devoting my existance to the pursuit of discovering the purpose of love.
If you find said purpose, please mail it to:
OPERATION: REVELATION EUREEKA!
FURTHER ADDRESSING UNNECESSARY
My thanks go out to the Wolfman and everyone who allowed this parasite-ing project to go unscathed.
The End.
What is this all about?
Tsikalas is so fuckin funny, eh wolfman. he's this guy i know and he's, in my opinion, slightly more affable than, dare i say, you
To me being "in love" (more commonly known as infatuation), is not the same as real love.
I have in the past been infatuated with people I even disliked, and to be honest there wasn't much love there (although at the time I thought there was). Infatuation and love sometimes have the same intensity which can be confusing. But the measure I use to tell them apart is asking myself: if this person dissappeared from my life forever, how much would I care? And how many of those reasons are selfish?
Of course each infatuation has the potential to develop into deep love. But most infatuations have come and go like other emotions which change from one day to the next. For me real love is timeless and totally unconditional, and it doesn't always begin with infatuation.
I'm curious, do you see being "in love" and unconditional love as one and the same? Do they really measure equally to you?
Id also like to point out that the UK refers to it as GMT, always. I have never heard it described as Standard Time except on CNN and other American shows, which leads me to believe its one of those wonderful American renaming and reclaiming things.
Well you obviously need to wear the T-shirt.
To comment of Olivia’s curiosities, I feel that love is our strongest anchoring to the animal kingdom. The proverbial umbilical cord nurturing our human race to her mothers earth and nature. If we can eliminate love and build upon the idea of unconditional love, which ideally would involve true compassion and understanding for all things and remove the romance infused by our passions and lusts, then we will take the next step in evolution.
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