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Drugs and Love/Romance

Here's a funny little thought:

There's no room for romance in a capitalist society.

You can have love without romance; it's just like water instead of wine.

Post modernism doesn't seem to help the cause for romance,

But you don't have to listen to them. 

Keep buying roses by the freeway



Here's a related thought:

I think a way to interpret love is an addiction to an emotion

You are dependent on an other to give you the high,

So drug addiction can readily substitute the other.

Granted, there are many negative retributions of substance abuse,

But there are many negative retributions of the different facets and experiences of love


The key is responsibility.

So come on. Straighten up and get your shit together.


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