Confessions

The above link is not to an Usher song, don't worry. It's actually to Katie Melua's Blame It On The Moon - a true depiction of love's utter cuntishness. So, if you're a believer, click it.

But I do have a confession to make. I've been wondering whether love actually is the true cunt. Could the game itself be the perpetrator? Is it love itself that causes these fundamental fuck-ups, or is it the path to love? Equally, could it be the aftermath of love that is truly to blame?

I suppose love is essentially the culprit. Without it, that path would not exist, nor would the aftermath. Being both a victim and a perpetrator of the game, and indeed the aftermath, I have to conclude that...

... If love didn't exist, neither would the preludes or the consequences.