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Thursday, September 09, 2004

Bensaki is for Lovers

So it turns out the whole "my heart is a razor, I'm bleeding on the inside" thing is not just a colorful metaphor in love songs from decades gone by. It can really happen sometimes. I gave my heart to a thing called Gilette and it tore me up inside. In terms of near-death experiences, it was the closest shave i ever had.

In the aftermath, i salved the aftershock with aftershave.

They say that love is a curious thing. They say that George is a curious monkey. They say that the two of them often get into mischief together. Love hangs out with cats. Love asks strange, personal questions. Love stops by your room to ask what you're going to do tonight and then stops by five minutes later to see if your plans have changed. Love reads your email. And sometimes - though it will never admit it - love answers your phone when you're not there and pretends to be you. You can't blame love, really, it's just so darned curious.

In conclusion: If you can't love something nice to say, 'tis better than never to have loved anything at all.

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