CRAZY IN LOVE...

Love is a strange feeling that can be one of the most amazing in the world. Sometimes the emotions associated with love are blissful, and there are times where they could pierce you like a Katana to the heart. My friend and luscious hag Tiffany constantly reminds me of how freeing and yes, blissful, love can be. She constantly inspires me to seek for this enigmatic, ferociously tender thing called love...

I'm sure Courtney knows a little thing or two about Love...

I'm not going to preach about how gay love is far more compatible than heterosexual love.

With love comes everything underneath its umbrella. Underneath this umbrella lies a sticky, sweaty, sometimes clumsy... yet passionate, chafe-inducing bunny-sex regimen.

I've only felt it once and I am truly grateful and humbly content that I have not experienced it since. Oh how I fear you... Mr. Broken Heart.

Could I ever love someone to the capacity of marking up my body and soul with their likeness? If so, may this special person be the one who is holding my hand while I have the tattoo surgically removed because I finally realized that I was a bleeding heart, emo wack-job.

Love is not lying helplessly on the pelvis of a dead man. Love is unzipping his goth pants and slurping him down while erotically staring into his amber eyes. Women, take note.

There's no love like Crazy Love. Crazy Love allows you to love to the fullest, whether you rob banks together or ritually have sex at your local public library. Always live hard and love hard.

After all is said and done, I'd like to think that LoVe is something that should be reached for. If you can extend your hand far enough to grab a pinch of what true love is, than you've lived. I on the other hand am patiently waiting for someone to reach out and grab a pinch of my heart. I'm too fucking busy to start reaching and searching. There's not enough time in the day...