[Protoclown]

That's great. Romantic love is still a giant crock of shit, born out of desperation and a fear of facing this fucked up horrible world alone. It's high time we all throw away our crutches, grow some balls, punch the world square in the jaw, knee it in the groin, and pay for the occasional meaningless dirty sex when hormones demand. Because that, my friends, is what life is all about.