Love (n.) is possible if you don't know the person too well.
Love (n.) is self-destructive. Find what you love and let it kill you.
Love (n.) is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient.
Love (n.) is sure to end you, but you should find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
Love (n.) is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Love (n.) is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.
Love (n.) is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.
Love (n.) is a word used too much and much too soon.
Love (n.) is like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
Love (n.) is the dog that guards the gates of the junk yards in hell.