2003-12-16 - 3:08 a.m.
i am in a cacoon.
(girls have no idea what love is.. they talk about love like a plan. girls like to plan. girls are also very stupid. they lay plans that usually have problematic foundations. i'd never hire a female architect.
love is like fire. you don't tell it what to do. you don't own it. you can't plan for its effects. once you stick your hand in the middle of a fire, your plans change. your hand is essentially purified.. but terrible things happen to the outer skin.. and priorities are sorted pretty quickly. you don't have to worry about not having shoes for friday.. and you don't have to worry about getting a raise.. or getting even with a bender.. everything becomes crystalized confusion.. and priorities boil to the surface like rising cream in a hot kettle.
the reason why nothing is left after the hand is purified is because the hand is4n't pure.. the hand is purified..
this is why most people are consumed, destroyed with the onset of love..
love purifies gold.. it eats away lesser elements and leaves the pure nature of gold intact.
the reason why human love doesn't work is because there are too many impurities. love's wrath burns and condemns lesser love to time.. to wear.. to age.. to whim..)
i want to fly somewhere, where direction isn't an ultimatum.
