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This really happened.

When a Middle Finger Will Just be Known as The Middle Finger.

When a Middle Finger Will Just be Known as The Middle Finger.

There is no medium. People need to feel love to be happy, and other people need to be in love to be happy. I was both of these things not too long ago. Then I shut it all out like the plague, and I couldn't be happier. I was confused, as most people are, I assume, and not to be alone in this I will state it as a FACT, that I needed to be in love to be happy. I couldn't just be happy. I'm also quite emotionally black and white, and this comes from how I think, no in between bullshit. This squishy romantic love is destroying civilization as I know it. I will hopefully go down in history as the only person who will shut out love to maintain happiness. It's not as creative or vulgar as it seems, it's just me. I know people who need more kids, more activities, more drugs, more sex, more violence, more coffee, or more romance to be happy. So why can't I be happy and content without love?

Let's get this straight though, I have been in love, and I still can love others. I'm not some dark seedy creature from the blackness of hell or whatever weird religious people call it. I choose not to have romantic love, and I'm a better person for it. You know how hard it is to have sex and not give off any love? Not hard. Okay, really hard. I'll skip the perverse details of my fluency in provocative writing which replaces the other parties warm fuzzies of romance into fifty shades of grey looks like a game of candy land at bible camp. I remember in my elementary-middle school days, those glorious years of heartbreak and happiness. You're not old enough to know what love is except from what music and television can teach you. You can't be taught love in the romantic way, first your brainwashed to hell and then you make it your own, crafting it through the years until you trick someone good enough, more than yourself even, to love you. I do believe in regular love, but I still think its a giant trick. It's repetition and routine. Don't get me started on the love of pets! Love can work for people, it has for ages, I'm curious about documentation or history though. I don't think I've seen a hieroglyphics art piece of two carved out Egyptians with a heart above them, but you never know, because I sure as hell don't. 

Love is cancer, the best feeling kind of cancer until it runs out, then it's just cancer that eats away at you slowly. I know about every relationship ever would have worked out if the foundation was built on happiness and not romantic love. It would be like dating your best friend, without all the romantic emotion. I remember being happy for the first time, acknowledging it. I was six or eight, or in the middle, it was in Eugene Oregon. The sun was out, which is rare, and the summer heat was starting to build in the morning. My fathers father had a blue Chevy truck, old, metal, and sitting in the driveway soaking up heat. I walked out and took off my shirt, reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cinnamon toothpicks and sucked on a few of them until my lips started to burn. I did this for hours, and at 32 I can look back and wish I could find some toothpicks and a blue Chevy to lay on without looking like an insane person. That was being happy. I look back, again, to being in love, and I can't distinguish the two moments and how they felt. 

I want a world without love, and replaced with happy people. All religious wars would end, all wars would probably as well. It would be boring, but for the sake of life, I would take it. People would treat each other better as well, until people had a bad day. It would be a billion Garfield's on a Monday slugging around town. I'd take that over a billion jolted lovers who are screaming with romantic hate and misunderstanding. A disagreement or argument with a friend is much better than with a lover. Don't give me that "I married my best friend," type of deal either. I'd be in deep trouble because I'd be marrying a homosexual Mexican with perfect style and hair. All the bad parts of life would stop without love, because remember not to confuse the two. Think of when you were truly happy and content (Without love) and compare. We all can stop loving each other and needing that romantic fulfillment that every Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan romantic comedy brainwashed into thinking was love, I know I was. F.O.X. If we can do that and be kind and happy with one another, maybe that middle finger will just be know as the middle finger, and we can all be happy as kids, not wanting anything more than a happier friend. 

Love,

Lucas

An Acid Trip, An Old Lady, and LA.

An Acid Trip, An Old Lady, and LA.

Zodiac Twenty Eighteen

Zodiac Twenty Eighteen