Analytically speaking, Sigmund Freud talked out of his arse
True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire
The ego camouflages itself like a fox born and raised in a hen house. Its only worry is that you fail to notice its presence every so often and start acting without fear
Nihilism, there's really nothing to it.
We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.
Humanity enveloped in entropy desperately seeking symmetry for peace of mind