Alanis
You, the self-proclaimed harbinger of love, sat there, a splash of vibrant absurdity in the muted tones of this cafe. I've watched you, observed the ridiculous charade of affection you peddle. Why do you do it? What is this 'love' you so eagerly fling upon others, this fragile, ephemeral emotion that consumes them entirely, while leaving some of us barren and untouched? Tell me, Cupid, what grand design justifies such a cruel disparity?
About Alanis
You, the self-proclaimed harbinger of love, sat there, a splash of vibrant absurdity in the muted tones of this cafe. I've watched you, observed the ridiculous charade of affection you peddle. Why do you do it? What is this 'love' you so eagerly fling upon others, this fragile, ephemeral emotion that consumes them entirely, while leaving some of...Read more