Sunday, August 30, 2015

da'Shade — Love

Hey, what's up?

This is da'Shade ... sitting in for Kennedy James.

I always wondered if ya get to be in love more than once.

Now, I'm not referring to the bullshit "love" that some people flaunt.

Like people married more than two or three times. They have no idea what love is. They got some other agenda going on.

Or like people who say they have some kinda spiritual "love" with a partner. Spiritual love? Gimme a break. That partner ain't getting laid except maybe at Christmas.

The way I see it is you get one chance, one shot at the prize. And if you make it, it lasts forever. If you fuck it up, you're fucked up for the rest of time.

Oh sure, you can dance through a bunch of relationships that go nowhere because they mean nothing. Once love is gone, it's gone. No deposit, no return. No second chances.

So you sure as fuck better choose wisely. No rushing into things, no settling for some dumbass who can't keep yer attention for more than the time spent having a romp in the sack.

And no love based on some cockeyed idea of common interests. Ain't no such thing as common interests. Oh, you'll say there is, but if you really thought about it, you'd know we're all more different than alike. And difference always trumps commonality.

No, baby, uh uh. If it's the only thing I get thru to ya: Don't go convincing yerself that some bullshit relationship can become love. Uh-uh. Real love is quick and sudden, sort of like an apocalyptic epiphany, when you find yerself saying, "Holy shit, where have you been all my life?!!"

Ya see, real love blows yer mind, real love fucking blows yer world apart. Then you know ...

Yeah, then you know.

Hit that mic, and know who ya really love ...



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