luv shmuv

So this is the journey. It begins with another breakup, unlucky in love and unappreciative of a little lady's affection. The lust, cheating, hatred for a perfectly nice, compassionate lover. So what’s the problem?

Nice is boring as fuck!

Everyone knows this truth, most choose to ignore it. I don’t want a relationship, I need steamy eroticism with a female companion, the difference? Hell the word re-la-tion-ship doesn’t quite get my creative or bodily juices flowing. It's stale. It's dealing with petty problems. Consideration for the meek. It's I love you's at the height of passion. Why? Why? Why? I could have loved her more if I didn't hear the words so often... I did warn her of her hellish ways. You've got to hide your love away - John Lennon

But in all my relationships, all suffering the same fate, I seem to be the common denominator? Could it be I am at fault, or is that just logic talking? Silly logic! Bad logic! Why can’t everybody be more like me? I am the alter ego that fucks with an otherwise NICE person’s life... Self proclaimed hedonist, blessed or cursed, I am Dirty Jackal