Love at first sight. Love at first bite, like devouring the core of an apple before it can rot, yet you take portions and… unless you really like apples… you’ll leave a Picasso’ed fugi ready to shrivel from yellow to brown; from brown to ants; from and to insect spray; and just like the chemicals formulated to kill those tiny soldiers, your constant parents’ bickering can leave a funk in the kitchen. MAWWIGE IS WHAT BRINGS US TOGETHA TWODAY! (While it secretly calls upon comfortability to do to do its bidding). A missed dish turns to Antietam, your daughter’s grades, Nagasaki, like babbling back and forth through a walkie talkie smartly pressing the off key and then throwing jabs softly.
That is why I will NEVER marry. Sure, you’ve been Facebook offical for 2 years, your parents been married for 30, and you can take a dump in the same house as your sudden soulmate. So ons and So ons Simply Sicken me. You sir, are an alien. You Madam, are an alien. Marriages now only last for two reasons: fear of the unknown, and sympathy for the alien you birthed, frightened over the possibility that he might cry, go goth, turn gay or lez, all of the above, because you signed the divorce papers. Cross that with a T, tired of your shit.
When “I Love You” burns, crumbles, and falls like ashes from the sky, it makes love puny, no pun intended, so y?