...as devastating as war and as foolish a notion.

Love is when a thread that is terrible and painful to read on all fronts reaches sixty posts and you can close it.

Heartbreak is realizing this is off topic and you can't do a fucking thing until it doubles in size.

Fuck.

...is that grin that crosses your lips when you bear witness to Krylo's anguish.

...is knowing you can torture Krylo just a little longer. I find it quite titilating.

... taking a shit.

... a burning thing.

And it makes a firey ring.

You're my favorite of the thread now.

We call that es tee dees.

Also, love is what is between me and all of you. If by love you mean utter contempt.

...the knowledge that no matter what you do, that fucker will be there the next morning.

Love is a cancer. How apt.