Why is it so hard to just be alone? By yourself. Just you and your element. Why is that we feel we need that other person to “complete” us. By definition alone the “other person” will literally never complete “us” since it’s a whole other person! Yet here we are raping earth on our off time scouring for the other half to our whole, mate for our soul, the muse for our genius, that one vagina to rewire the mind of your penis, even though all is possible with just us. Of course all of this is coming from a serial monogamist who jumps from one situation to another, leap frogging from one venture to the next. Perplexed by the reason, is it the pheromones in the air or is it the season, that makes your life a mission for a conquest that’s not really that epic yet you depict it as life changing when you didn’t really change your outfit you just altered it. “You are who you were before you got hair…” is it true? Is it just a toupee, pay to play, you take the right and I take whats left? Soooo you take the moon and ill take the sun…when the sun rises the moon should go down, compromise of a lovesick clown all to prevent boredom and a frown, loneliness and a scowl, a cold shower and a towel…