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originally posted by: OpenEars123
Your know your in love when..
originally posted by: Indigohues
When they rip a mastadon fart and all you think is; "hmm, baby needs less protein" or your on acid at an epic TOOL concert. Leave said concert spend 3 hours in parking garage tripping guerrilla balls in a stairwell unable to find the car. Finally locate car, spend 2.5 hours on acid in the rain on the bay bridge to a 30min location. Conjuring hallucinations to navigate unscathed. Acid so aggro partner literally #s pants. See UFO till you land a hotel room. Bathe your partner down. Shower yourself and then embark on psychedelic lsd sex. His imaginary lizard scales licked by your funnel pores. Every body cell in orgasm. Every neuron in binary shock. What the vessels feel. What the eyes witness. Like sand granules mere polaroids of scenes in billowed suspension. You both recant your evening as a team building scavenger hunt. Trust fall into the quantum. Scattered into a million morsels, emerge individualistically in laser pin self reflection yet in a kinetic karmic osmosis. Dancing bleeding bones nude and perfect with all our Frankenstein esque stritchery. Like merit badges. Interchangeable terrains of sober day to week camouflaged as worker drones. Or the spatial amphebious trip into our subconscience. Push past or into riptides of what they manifest. Buddy system safety first then team work. Even if its to save each other or ourselves. Any divergant perspectives a syllabus of unveiled truths needed to dull our fangs. Growing pains bemoaned yet stoically noted. '___' to taxes. Triumph to deconstruction. In still silence to a chopsuey of verbosity a tango into a waltz of angular thoughts. Till the finite by organic or life based catalysts. Free of judgement fear sovereigned. Happy to have collided mingled trajectory within time's elliptical ellipsis. You know your love when you know yourself be it polar opposite or not. Each mole will match a freckle. You know when youve met them you can spot them by the snag within your soul. I'm blessed to sleep beside my partner. Vice versa. Lol when we die we will return as sea otters playing peak a boo in the vast sea. Much like we've always done. Or may be matching earthworm jungle gyms in cemeteries. Whatever state or condition you will kiss in the middle. Bicker, fortify. Nag and then remember to revere. As long as you never forget. Like a tattoo against your spine. Personally I can't decide if we are genetically disposed. Bio encrypted templates. Pheromone magnetism. Cupid's Olfaction. Accidental interferences. Or if in fact we mystically expel neo glow bread crumbs across the cosmic floors shadowed by immobile inky singularity longing both its emancipation yet inevitable return. Maybe solely beneath the restraints of entropy gain capacity of connectivity. This proclivity doubling as a parallel portal in its looking glassed lens. Both a weathered embryotic cocoon and a plexi glass tomb. Truth and testing of said truth only to enrich the dimensions of its composition. Role playing swapping scripts and vantage and costumes. Maybe karma leads to the next lover like a check point. Maybe you hit the bonus round after oceanic stock piles of sunken ships take their toll. That's the joke of it all. The more we become anemic in our analysis. The less we feel. Be wise. We all will go for a brutal ride one way or another. You don't need to be blind. But insightful. We need to burn our check lists and criteria. From experience, you will never see your mate coming. And when they arrive, you both be wise to love mire than ego. Evolve
originally posted by: grainofsand
a reply to: MagnaCarta2015
Lol my mancave ain't going anywhere!
I recently set my nearly 20 year old son up in his own mancave as well, the time had come.
Rented house next door became available so perfect for keeping an eye on things.
He has entertained many young ladies since becoming keeper of a cave...although I'm not sure if love is the correct descriptive term...
For me, it´s when you give your 200% without any complaints or even second thought to get his/her 10% - and still feel afterwards that you could and should do a bit more to "pay for her generosity"