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Define LoveSo, what happens when you ask a bunch of teenagers to define "love"? Well, for one, they tend to quote songs. And just generally be asses about it. I'd like to just throw a shout-out right now to all the douchebags who think they can quote a song or text without sounding like a total ass doing it. Smooth. Real smooth. Anyways, here are what (above-average intelligence) teenagers who think that they can be funny say about love (Yes, I did indeed get these answers. No tampering, except for grammar):
Love is hideous car wreck electrocution subordination paste.
I don't know, I've always hated the word.
Love for me is... Well, love is meeting somebody and not wanting to murder them.
"Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast... God is Love." Corinthians!
Baby don't hurt me!
Love is like torture: it is not forever, it is one's most vulnerable state, in which all members suffer involuntary (although possibly voluntary) wounds which never heal.
Love is a diffi
Nothing's wrongStop. Breathe. Think. Cry.
Expected to deflect
Thought to respect
They have other problems
to deal with,
Stupid. Ignorant. Child.
Insubordinate your empathy
Exaggerate your apathy
Corners of the world
are so elusive, but-
Why hide when you'll
never be found?
Stop. Breathe. Think.
Game over - try againhumane murder
know your sin
justice is in the eye of
/those who know what's right/
convince concur concede
peer pressure judges those who judge
get out of the kitchen
can you pay to speak?
do you look like you can?
books and covers and opinions galore
children's stories are just (but are they just?)
everyone knows where the bad man goes
i would like to conduct a trade
one crime for suffering eternal
choice is your chosen
Asia's children are so kind
have a nice forever
death further life
they fear color
boulevard of clean glass
begging beaten broken
gamble gamble try again
spinning dancing running jumping
pocket full of posies
make a show
Vacuum. High pressure.
Maybe someday we'll be
more than nothing?
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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