Love is cruel, heartless spell, a total bitch, suffering dressed up like glory and praise, heaven so close to my human fingers now, without mentioning she couldn't be less authentic, classy...
Every single person, from the most common vulgar miserable pathetic piece of scum (probably a colombian) to the most honorable walthy sofisticated gentleman has to experience the SAME vulgar spark of benevolence, without realizing they're all sleeping with the same hooker. What a shame, love is a manufactured lie, and I'm buying it.