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What is love, does anyone know?

I don't think anyone does, it's dofferent for everyone.

I want love

Well, I mean I have love already from friend and famely,

But

There must be something different.

Some people say there is that special magic,

But where is it?

So my diary ISN'T sad and empty, I am putting some random stuff down to show that my diary is loved...well in a dark sort of way lol.

Anywayz I found this really funny poemy writing thingy today you just got to see it:

Abraham Spunk: Flee vestibule for momentary tectonics

A corpse of sellotape castrating her magesty
a telephone...

i was thinking, has the cancer passed by your window
the cardboard mamogram eats ice cream
  when your father whips you in the pissoir grande -
operating on an open grave in the hope of finding some
artichokes hammers made of lillies, a wife carving the day's new noosphere

That is so weird!