a many splendid thing...

Love is a silly word, in American. It seems to be the original NewSpeak...

It seems to cover a ton of otherwise significantly different ground.

For example... I love all my "I'd die for" friends.

I love many people i am blood related to... but that's a different flavor... maybe just by degrees... but still not the same...

now the love that i feel for a fuck (for example) is a momentary, but yet no less passionate love than than that witch i may feel for a lover... yet there is a booze-al and temporal degree of separation twixt the two...

I have had bedded down in the abode of a "dancer" for several months, but an occasional tryst is a different form of noncommittal... yet, none the less passionate...

However, as the good Bill would have said, " Love is a many splendid thing.." So how come many messages but this one made it across the pond but this one? (rhetorical question, see the history of the American mind)

What about the difference between the love of literature vs. science or politics? if you have a love for these things is it still considered infidelity to a married one?

i was told that is was all the same once... and that the only love i was aloud to have was one...


.... and it drove me to the point of mental seppaku....

and now all i can think of is my one true love.... too many happy tears, can't read the screen anymore...

shit, i had something to say.... and i have really failed to make a point here, yet maybe i have... all that aside, here's a song instead:

Junebug.

Cheers, G'night.