death to the old order

‡ Under the influence of some strange drug thereof. Some call it, "love." I call it addiction to a malady that has ailed me for years now, the repeat encore performance of spinning ridiculous patterns that were better off smashed aeons ago. Busy evolving, find there are aspects of this I do not like. Hopeless romantic(?), foke the foking romans...

Sniping and back-biting. What worth is there in that type of human behaviour? Lying for the sake of saving one's face, really, this is about pride and the "look good"-Stealing from those nearest to you...questioning gestures and mannerisms that wreak of insecurity and deception...Sneaking me drugs without my permission, this is the man I love, he gives me strrange drugs thereof, at times, without my knowing about it beforehand. Whaddya think of that folks? I think it's pathetic, I reveal the bloody heart on my sleeve. I look for no sympathy, so don't give me any. Hate that crap too. Just needed a small padded cell to vent in and yell, YELL, YELLLL!!! God damn it all to hell.
"Love is the law, love under will."
93s chumps.
Over.
Not out.
^V^