Love is Simply Confusing

About the Book

“ MANY OF US LIVE WITHN THE FREEDOM OF HOPES AND DREAMS THAT WE’VE BEEN PROMISED SINCE BIRTH-TELLING US TO DREAM AND PURSUE OUR GOALS. OTHERS SADLY LIVE WITH THE FEAR OF REPEATING WHAT’S AROUND US AS WE’RE TOLD TO DREAM REALISTICALLY, AND NOT TO HOPE OUTSIDE OF THE TRUE SPHERE OF POSSIBILITIES. I SAY THIS TO THE LATTER, NO DREAM IS TOO REAL, NOR SHOULD IT BE MEASURED EVEN IN THE SLIGHTEST SENSE BY THE UNLIKELINESS OF IT NOT OCCURING. THE VERY CONCEPT OR PREMISE OF DREAM IS SIMPLY THIS; THAT THERE ARE NO REALMS NOR SPHERES THAT BETTER ENGAGES US TO LOOK BEHIND WHAT WE KNOW AS WE LIVE-BUT AN IMAGINATION. AN IMAGINATION IS THAT WHAT PUT’S YOU OUT OF THE FOOLISH BELIEVING THAT A DREAM HAS TO FUNNEL ITSELF THROUGH THE SAME PROCESSES OF NORMAL ETHICAL CONDUCT. SO DREAM ON AND ON AND ON

About the Author

Confessions we’ll talk about. First, let me tell you this. Do you remember in those earlier chapters when I thought I might have reached the end of my tether? Well that wasn’t the case, for I wrote about this and I wrote about that. One thing I didn’t get into was that one night affair. I didn’t believe in them. You couldn’t get me to sleep no chick after I just met her. Hell no, not me. But let me see her the next night, after I got the number and her name squared away-I’ll bang it till it bust. FEARS Cant lie to you but I always had this fear that I would live a very long life and I would’ve gotten to the point where every and anybody I ever cared for threw me to the curb because of my nastiest- and my often self righteous pious ways. I feared that I would be old fat bald and ugly and nobody would even give a shit that I existed, and I’d die in a pitiful state of deserved loneliness. But I wouldn’t die of fear or anything like that, but what do you think about me if I think so little about my fate and chances of success for my future. What would you think about me?