Love is a freebase

[liquidocean]

Love is a freebase you smoke out of a pipe, one hit at a time, teasing you, stretching you, making you believe the mirage of orgasm will eventually be quenching your thirst.
But then you run out. Your love comes in rocks or in packets, and you have none.
Never all at once. Never fronted. Never enough.
So you hock a chunk of your soul for some change, you hit the street corner, and hook it up. You get a good bag, you bring it back, close the curtains, and wrap a towel on the door. You take a sip from your snapple and light it up.
Ahh, sweet sweet love, infecting my mind so tenderly, i miss your gentle touch.
Stay with me for a while this time.

 

[Dagny]

If you don't take this to an open mike night, get somebody to play bass behind you and read this out loud in a smoky room with low lighting... well, you should sweetie. Absolutely one of the sexiest things I have ever heard.

 

[rm-rf]

heh, makes me glad im feelin the love right now

 

[plazma]

Fuck man. So right, so fucking right.
I've often said that love is just like any other addiction, and its amazing to see it put into words that well.
-plaz out-

 

[Angelight]

whether it be your posts, your stories, your poetry...it NEVER fails to amaze me

 

[liquidocean]

Thanks, guys, glad you enjoyed it. There are just so many parallels between love and crack. Here's a translation for those who have never smoked crack :
Love is a short-term arrangement you experience one romantic/sexual encounter at a time, giving you the illusion that true love with your soul-mate will eventually come your way.
But you never reach a state of completion. Love is never presented to you. Love is always in short supply when you need it most.
So you sell yourself out at the local bar/club and advertise yourself. You hook up with someone kinda decent, bring them back secretly to your place, and close the door. You start with foreplay then proceed to sex.
Ah, a sweet moment of connection, it feels like affection, reminding me of the love of previous relationships.
I am hopeful that this may turn out to be something substantial, but i'm sure to soon find myself longing again.

 

[titania]

i don't know you much, but from your posts etc. you seem to have an amazing mind and beautiful soul...

 

[MiNiMoWs]

you paint the perfect picture.
~thank you~

 

[Señora Frijol]

one of the most beautiful songs in the world to me is a love song about drugs. "running to stand still", by u2, except its about herion. the music and singing are so beautiful as the story.
Running To Stand Still...
and so she woke up
from where she was lying still
said we got to do something about where were going
step on a steam train
step out of the driving rain
maybe run from the darkness in the night
singing ha la la la de day
singing ha la la la de day
sweet the sin
but bitter the taste in my mouth
i see seven towers
but i only see one way out
you got to cry without weeping
talk without speaking
scream without raising your voice,you know
i took the poison from the poison stream,
then i floated out of here
singing ha la la la de day
singing ha la la la de day
she runs through the streets
with her eyes painted red
under black belly of cloud in the rain
in through the doorway she brings me
white gold and pearls stolen from the sea
she is raging
she is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
she will suffer the needle chill
she is running to stand still.
- bono