theangrysloth

Cross-posted from my LiveJournal:

Love is such a shitty shitty thing. It's so fucking shitty that's it's totally shitty. It's just a bunch of shit, piled on top of other shit. It's shit-frosted coating is made from pure, 100% pure-grain shit, and it's a good source of your daily-intake of shit.
It's a shitty fucking thing, Love. It's like it's an emotion summoned from another plane of existence where the entire universe is made of shit. A shitty big bang, resulting in a great swirling mass of superheated shit. Shit galaxies begat shit solar systems begat shit planets. Shit continents, shit landscapes, shit forestry and wildlife. Shit animals being hunted by shit people. (Who are made entirely of shit.)
So in case you're just tuning in, what I think of Love is that it's a big pile of shit. Everlasting, immortal shit. It's the shit that dreams are made of. It's the shit of legends, living and dead. No matter what is happening in our lives, we can always think back to this shit. This shit is in the heart and soul of every stranger I meet. This shit will never go away. It will seep into your mind and your brain and it will turn every thought and synapse into pure shit, until you are just a walking, glowing shit beacon of the only shit that ever mattered you.
And when you open your mouth to express your Love, all that comes out is... shit.