memories should linger !

it's absurd to think i don't remember people,i do actually and that is why at times life is such a pain.


memories should linger,or there is something wrong with one being categorised as human,our ability to register our emotions as memories and then call back on those memories and feel the same emotion over again,is the best and worst part of our make up as humans.so haven't we all felt love,shorn off the sexual hints that modern life has added to the word?

and were those the best of times? or the worst of us as persons were shown? sit back sip your coffee,smoke your cigarette or that much desired peg when this memory comes callin...and ask wouldn't you want to be in that point in time again if you could? what could you have done different by the way? said you loved her? kept your mouth shut? said yes? said no? bizarre isn't it? cause there is a good chance that your mind would keep shiftin from one answer to another a hundred times by the time you finish the fag or the kick of liquor or coffee dies off. And in the end you don't reach a decision but rather ask yourself why the fuck did i even think of it again?


but,eh? we are human,can't help thinkin of it.so a singer sang "what's love got to do wit it"....well she kept askin the question cos of love in the first place.

wish we could be dogs at times,rather wish we could be animals all the time....cos to a large extent we are dogs every time the heat is on in our loins,yes we are.we run with our tongues out every time a bell rings that lets us know " mate ho!".
is it a question of beauty then? No. cos we definitely aren't runnin in front of them,we runnin behind...maybe it's the beauty of the backside huh? if this is what we are,what happens when the bell in our heart explodes?


we are overcome by more emotions than what we at normal times can have at any one stage,we are run over by passion,compassion,rage....and god knows what else.the younger one's do make mistakes aplenty,but hey the good part is our heart's never be that freezin cold till we dead. that is why the thought of a woman with a cold cold heart so confuses me,if my earlier statement holds then the lady must have died a long time ago.
And death of the soul is the death of love,and the end of the "love" feelin is the end of life as humans have known it,what comes in it's place is a mechanical being that except in a one off experiment like in the bicentenial man leaves a piece of workin machinery in the place of what was a human bein,which may i add even gives birth without love. What my friends i ask is the creation of a new being valued as,if no love was put into the makin of this new life. it is made without love so can you expect it to be loved or give love?

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