One Love, November 20, 2013, or “I write better than I do.”

One love.  Either we love or we do not love - it is whole or it is absent.  The idea that love may be parceled is a tool of rationalization.  The manner in which we tend that love for ourselves must reflect love’s breadth and depth, which is infinite in scope.

I cannot eat properly, and then inject a drug.  I cannot love some, but not others, nor love some attributes of a man, while belittling others.  I suspect that the absence of love fuels what we once knew as the  walking dead, eyes rolled back, white.

Flash forward: Eyes-rolled back, white, two men fucking, in love, creating ecstasy.