This may sound utterly fucked up, but we say all the cool things we think we want to say merely to get into the groins of our lovers, and the instant we have accomplished that, we start eyeing others to charm with our fucked-up-recycled-humbug, which, once again appears cool until we aren’t done diving into the groins of the others. And this cycle continues and continues until we find the one, or at least we think that we have found the one, and then we fuck it up so bad with the one that we don’t even fucking know what the fuck happened. That’s life.
