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But uh, in your story, love is always a synonym for sexual intercourse
Where do you get, where do you get this crap, baby?
Love is a dog from hell
That's all
It has its own agony and brings its own agonies with it
Love is a dog from hell
But I mean, I don't know where you get your concepts from, man
You really fucked up

What's your definition of love?
Love
Is kinda like, I wanna say, a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out
It's just there a little while and then it burns away
Really?
Absolutely
It burns away?
Yeah, quickly
It's just... love is a fog that burns with thе first daylight of reality

You lose what individualism you had
If you have еnough, of course, you retain some of it
But most don't have enough
So you become watchers of game shows, you know, things like that
When you work the eight-hour job with almost no feeling of goodness
Like you're doing something

Then you get married like marriage is a victory
And you have children like children is a victory
Most things most people do are a total grind
Marriage, birth, children
Something they have to do because there's nothing else to do
There's no glory in it, there's no steam, there's no fire
It's very, very flat
I mean, Earth is full of
Sorry but, that's the way I see it
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