“What’s love got to do with it?”
The morning after Valentine’s Day, The Chemical Buddha woke up face down in a crumb filled baking pan still holding an empty Pabst Blue Ribbon bottle in each hand, unconsciously humping the floor. For whatever reason, the above words from the immortal Tina Turner were echoing in his head. And he wondered to himself, ‘Yeah, what does love have to do with it? Why can’t it just be that you have some primal urges that need satisfying? What’s so wrong with that?’ If The Chemical Buddha had more time on his hands, check that, if he cared about it more, he’d do some research into the 'idea' of love. Is it just the feeling you have after someone makes you cum? Is it a build up of shared experiences? He actually did try to figure that out. But it was just easier to invest his energy in to just finding someone to fuck.
Do you believe you’ve ever truly been in love?
If so, why do you love who and what you love?
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