Cupid’s A Chubby Little Asshole …

HE DOESN’T KNOW JACK SQUAT ABOUT LOVE LOST®

Preservation Of Selfdom … Takes The Cake, Swallows The Enchilada Whole, And Whacks-A-Mole-Otta-The-Piñata … Cryptically-Speaking.

My First, My Last, My Only Option … Is To Bet On Self, Again – It’s Called Faith, Darling – But, That’s Not A Gamble Now Is It?

Whenever I Slip, Slide Away From God’s Cradle Searching For My True Authentic Self (Yawn, Gulp, Boo-Hoo, Yadacetera) … He Pulls Me Back In, Time’s Me Out, Says (Paraphrase The Divine / #Blasphemous):

“Listen You Little Shit … Don’t Fuck This Up, Again!”

FUN FACT CONFESSION OBESSION DERAILMENT

“I Don’t Love Easily Or Necessarily Well Enough All The Way To The End, But My Starts Are A Thing Of Wonder And Beauty … Hell There It Was – Unknowable As Ever Staring Me In The Eyes – Love’s Bad Timing Is Asshole Cupid’s Unfunny Practical Joke …

Where’d It Come From? – Poof – Where’d It Go?  I Hardly Knew Ya.

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