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By Stephen Date: 2001 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.20.07.16.1569]] |
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Why several savage shaped flamingos sliding into several point curved masterpieces, overflowing with love's favorite fluidly color, almost like the love triangle's trinity; commitment, intimacy, passion, matters. It does. Doesn't it? Why the plunge at the top of the most lovingly-symbolic simple symbol, not covered in Sternburg's three jagged theory, doesn't matter. But it does. It must. Mustn't it? Why a dipped 'V', slicing valuable space from two elegant curves, and dividing them from being just one, should stand for the forth element in this poor tourist trap, separation, matters. It would. Wouldn't it? Why loss from a love-committed relationship, bringing just as much emotional force to a person's life, being just as stressful and important to a person's life, like how to solve the billion-piece love jig-saw-puzzle, without even seeing the picture on the box, matters. It should. Shouldn't it? Why else eyes, a skipped heartbeat, a burn upon the cheek, all exposed and convicted like a lame criminology TV drama, invading the cubical's everyday nightmares like a bad Dilbert episode, matters. It matters. It matters to me. It matters why singular time fragments spent tasting your mist, just existing upon embodiments made from your warm melted chocolate, being molten and embedded with a moist four letter vindicator onto my soul, and why making these coldly blind adventures with casino-like odds seem worth wild, matters. Because of you. It so very matters. All because of you. |