i love how almost everyone has said they believed until a certain point, but are now worldly and think of it as untrue. it seems a right of passage that you believe in true love, then somehow the world screws you over and now you´re busy screwing it back. so my last g/f turned out to be, well, stupid. so the last girl i slept with turned out to have issues. lots of them. is this my progression into the "real world"? unfortunately i was able to watch the "fairy tale love" happen between my own parents. my dad has hit my mum on occasion (many years ago now) and my mum has jumped on the high horse on occasions that she shouldn´t have. you know what? who cares? when i travelled with my dad the last time he spoke to my mum on the phone like they were teenagers in love for the 1st time - more than 30 years after they married. so yeah, they fairy tale does exist. people fail to see the perfection in each person and only end up looking at the flaws and in the end it´s "holier than thou" syndrome. i´m guilty of it myself but i live in hope rather than give up and fuck everything that moves since i have the right to and can use the fact that i´m not ugly to "gain appreciation". i can see this as nothing but shallow. this coming from an atheist  ps for what it´s worth i find both msd´s and stella´s words quite agreeable.
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mother nature made the aeroplane, and the submarine sandwich, with the steady hands and dead eye of a remarkable sculptor.
she shed her mountain turning training wheels, for the convenience of the moving sidewalk, that delivers the magnetic monkey children through the mouth of impossible calendar clock, into the devil's manhole cauldron.
physics of a bicycle, isn't it remarkable?
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