Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Love?

Love's a cruel and fickle bitch sometimes.

You meet, you fall in love, you marry, "for better or for worse" seems to become a series of misadventures and small tragedies that grow on themselves... The happy times grew fewer, the sad times become the norm. Touch is nonexistant and resentments build.

Friends tire of the everpresent cloud and eventually leave. Resentment becomes bitterness.

Love never really dies, but metamorphoses into something foreign and cold.

Love's a fickle bitch. She's a tramp and a whore who lures you into her chambers with promises of things she cannot ever fulfill, then you're trapped with her, chained to her bedpost, obligated to her, enslaved to her.

Sometime she makes the torment even worse by placing near you someone you cannot have, close but unattainable, then lays languidly, cruelly on the temple of her bed to watch your agony.

She's hardcore, impulsive, impetuous, meanspirited. She takes the things away that mean the most, and passes off palid substitutions, demanding you accept them.

So much for Love.

This has been a test of the Emotional Disaster System. Had this been an actual Emotional Disaster, you would have been directed to the nearest source of Chocolate. Thus concludes our test of the Emotional Disaster System. Thank you.

Posted by Mamamontezz at March 13, 2005 12:56 PM