Touch the subjective love. For in love lies a human emotion beastly as unreal it might seem. Think for a second in luck and to which side you might tilt, as if it is a thin line with a furious blaze underneath. Nearly biblical in proportions and yet, somehow, you have a strange voice in your head saying it is in the grasp of your control. This fury of emotion leads you to bloody thoughts of passion, encompassing every minute of your being. Your being turns to sand and the sand turns to mud for yellow streaks lying at the bottom of a deep jealous river trying to tangle its way to the outer frontiers. It smeers into a steady stream of negative vibrations emancipating all the surrounding space in black.. And once more you shall find yourself walking that thin thin line of sun or shade.
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{K:4294} 11/20/2002