All right, let me tell all you fellas and fellerinas out there. There ain’t nothing cooler than being in love with someone who brings you motherfucking JOY! Oh yeah, never mind that romantic bullshit y’all been following around. Never mind following people around, you dumdums; the fun thing is to be where you are and feel the music inside your heart.

And dance, and smile, and scream, and laugh, and whisper!
Shhhh, nobody can hear me! I’m so loud, they’ll get scared!
But dance, and smile, and scream, and laugh, and fuck!
Can I ever be lonely if I can feel everything that is around me?
NO! Not at all.

We are in each other’s apartment; you didn’t fit in my compartment. How could you fit if I’m not full of you, yourself? How, tell me how, am I so confident to say that it is what it is? How can I be sure that I’m something? Joy, motherfucker. That’s fucking how. And she brings me the most of it. So dance, and smile, and scream, and laugh, and burst out of sheer power. Your power, my power, our power.

Go fuck yourself,

And ask for me when you get there.