Such a loser… I got a little behind in my 30 posts in 30 days, thanks to well, nothing, and everything.
Started a new piece on love. Can’t decide on a title… Nothing will ever beat one for a short story I wrote, “The Hot Breath of Spiders.” I might have to go with this, a little bit borrowed from something else I wrote called “Dirty Annie, Raspy Poem.”
“Love Hard. Let it Bleed. Let’s Live Forever.”
One last thing:
“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.” ~Louis de Bernieres