All is Fair in Love and War

Who writes this shit? Like monster truck shows and prowrestling you grow up accepting that they are part of someone's reality, and yet you are still made to wonder.. who buys the tickets and why?

I suppose love is like war. Dissolution of ego, unity to a cause. Fight fight fight. I'm babbling. Freud was quite an intelligent man, despite his shortcomings. The links he drew between aggressivity and conscience are astounding for someone at that time. I'm impressed.

I'm always energized by seeing someone else's ideas on paper, after I have arrived at the same conclusions myself. Conscience-wise.

Someone, somewhere has a finely crafted metal cage. Sharp points of metal grace the underside. It hangs above us, and crashes down.. leaving the parts of loved ones bloody with you.. trapped inside.

What was that? You don't believe me? Invite your friends over. It hangs. Connect with them. It crashes. One person's leg here, another person's bowels over there. Oh, look! That spike pierced Jane squarely in the eyes. How nice it is to be alive in this metal bloody cage.