“What I have loved, whether I have kept it or not, I shall love forever. Except if I hate it. In which case I shall stab continuously until at least one of us bleed.”

~ André Breton on Love (I think?)

Take my love, take my land, Take me where I cannot stand. I don't care, I'm still free, You can't take the sky from me. Take me out to the black, Tell them I ain't comin' back. Burn the land and boil the sea, You can't take the sky from me. There's no place I can be, Since I found Serenity. But you can't take the sky from me...

Love is a mutual feeling of coersion, respect, strong attraction and hand down one's trousers. A big supporter of love, wang will always spread the love; often thrusting it's views upon people.

Love is an also an uber-celebrity which has its own national bankholiday holiday named after the guy it slew on the fourteenth of february sometime ago. He had it coming.

Taming love and its entourage of rape and chat-down lines will provide the lucky bronco with all he needs for life. Only few achieve this goal though. It is believed a cheatative method to bring love under one's wang control is to eat only garlic. That will stop absolutely anyone sharing the same air space as you until the Hallowed eve of my birthday. Wait, wut?