isn't great how love is so impeccable while you're in it,
and yet so pathetically mediocre while you're out of it?
like that band that's super popular even though no one will admit to listening to them.
just between you and them it's sweet,
but not in public,
never in public.

yaghck, love, phoo-ee.
i honestly don't even want it.
i just would like someone to chill with and screw,
someone cool enough that i enjoy talking with them and someone who's down for getting a little bit freaky,
is that too much too ask?

oh, my hippie mistress,
where could you be?

"frosty breaths float about the giants face as he walks through the wilderness.
with eyes to make any mother cry in regret,
he reveals his own defiance as his worst enemy.
he continues down the path,
cloaking the size of his heart with a low brow,
pretending that no one can recognize his worst fear..."