What is love?
Love is a Class IV substance that was legalised in the 1960′s for treatment of depression and bunions. Often confused with hunger, love is not a matter to be taken lightly.
Not love
I once bought a bottle of love, then I woke up in the desert two days later with a criminal record in all four Australian states. I had “GORDON” tattooed around my belly button and a thermos full of dead whores. I was forced to walk back to Sydney using only my cunning and a greyhound bus, and when I got there, I threw out all my love and ordered a mandolin and a chocolate-brown shag rug online.
If you’re worried you might have been exposed to love, you can call the Gay Men’s Health Line on 1800 009 448 and do not listen to John Mayer.
To conclude: people often fall in love and people always die.
7 Responses to “What is love?”
I think i found my dads stash of love on the top shelf of the pantry behind the Panettone when i was 14. I took it to a party and we all got ‘loved up’ in the my mates cubby house. my parents divorced two weeks later.
Duncan, you’ve outdone yourself.
Duncan, who, what?
Yes, amazingly, there are two people named Duncan who read my blog.
Does Mandu actually write for Electrorash?
Their posts are pretty much on par with the music I’m getting. Maybe I should write for them
Yeah he does. But I met him at a Matt Corby gig so obviously his overall taste in music is questionable. He’s on twitter – http://twitter.com/mandu86
Wonderful, but I am finding imagining the taste of pureed prostitute a little unsettling.
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