Every once in a while...
(not often, but it happens)
I am asked why I never married.
It's pretty simple.
I am completely incapable of unconditional love.
& people with certain illnesses shouldn't sign contracts.
Sooner or later- there are always conditions.
'If you don't do this for me...
or that for me...
then you don't really love me!'
Like a petulant child...
engaging in a little black mail in exchange for the latest Z-Box.
& so it goes.
At least I admit it.
Those who take a chance with me...eventually come to realise it's going on,
& they can't even remember how
or when
it started.
just kinda' drifted into it.
Seduced by it.
tangled up in a black sea of needs.
They realise...
right around the same time as I do.
You didn't fuck me in my formative years.
Brother Mamo of the Sacre Couer did.
Fucked me like a wild night in Bangkok.
Why should YOU have to pay for it??
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