The Hatred Machine: Honest lines at 230

11.19.2011

We drink. We kiss. We make love—or at least we pretended there’s love in between.

Life is too short to worry about this madness. This cycle. This trap. This crap.

I just don’t want this to end right now.

Posted by Raging Mary Brave at 2:32 PM

Love, lust, lies, anger, pain, revenge, betrayal, women, men, fiction, reality and every single bullshit that stinks in between.

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From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. - Socrates

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