I Thought I Was Promiscuous, But It

Love Is The One Thing We're Capable Of Perceiving That Transcends Time And Space.

Say I Feel All Sad And Self-indulgent, Then Get Stung By A Wasp, My Misery Feels Quite Abstract And I Long Just To Be In Spiritual Pain Once More - 'damn You Tiny Assassin, Clad In Yellow And Black, How I Crave My Former Innocence Where Melancholy Was My Only Trial'.

I Don't Get My Authority From This Preexisting Paradigm Which Is Quite Narrow And Only Serves A Few People. I Look Elsewhere For Alternatives That Might Be Of Service To Humanity.

A Buddy Of Mine Was Addicted To Heroin And He Told Me That People Who Say Quitting Cigarettes Is Harder Than Quitting Heroin Are Wrong.

If You Strip Away Self-effacement, Charm And The Spirit Of Mischief-qualities That Make Determination And Ambition Tolerable- You're Left With A Right Ar**hole.