Yes, yes it is. Love has done more damge to my life than, well, lot’s. My problem was I thought I couldn’t because of what I’d been through, well, I could, and I had no guard, and I fell completly, and I ended up, a bum with a blackberry, huh well, if that was my time to shine I just don’t have it in me right now. First time I fell in love was under the Eiffel Tower, had a pebble, there’s these pebbles under the Tower, in my shoe when I saw her. When I left Paris it was like getting my heart broke twice, should have stayed, but I’m just not built that way. I still think about her everyday, and the others. I used to say in life you can either be a smear, a splat, or a stain, now I think that truley applies to love. Fuck it. Don’t that’s my advice, it’s cool to sound bitter, ain’t it my fellows, love ya
wow that was wierd even for me