We spend our lives breeding bizarre eccentricities to make up for our defunct personalities, always on the lookout for someone plagued by the same complexities. In a twisted world full of tortured souls, simple love is an aberration. Simplicity can be hard to swallow when our existence is riddled with a lust for complication and a craving to foster each other’s concocted neurosis. So we keep crawling, in and out of hearts, in search of a love that is special in its own fucked up way.
(Picture – Manequin Factory, Erich Hartmann, 1969)
Good One! 🙂 Said So Much In So Little! 🙂
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Each love is fucked up in its own special way, we’re lucky if we find one that is fucked up in our special way…..
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Yes that’s true. But the process of finding that someone can be exhausting.
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Oh it is. It is that, very much.
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The best part is that you are definitely gonna enjoy the whole process it will be tiresome no doubt about that,but what’s in store at the end will be the most beautiful stories ever sketched.
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That’s a lovely thought. Thank you for showing me the positive side to it. I was beginning to lose hope in this excruciating process, but my belief in the silver lining is somewhat restored. 🙂
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Nice!
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Thank you Mr. Jones 🙂
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Mr. Jones. I like that!
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Its sounds like one of those detective names in thrillers. 😀
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Yes, it does. Thanks for the label. I’m gonna use it. 🙂
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Oh I’ll be honoured if you do 🙂
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🙂
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