There is no such thing as love or romance.

Everybody tryna get love and appreciation for who they really are, but you don’t even fucking know who you are.
There’s nothing in there.
Echoooo… oo oo … ooo… …
throws rock
listens

TONK

All style…no substance.

It is describing itself.
“Nothing in there”.
I’ll take its word on it. I wont even look.

Not gonna do this song and dance with you again ya toots.
I’ve got toys to deliver.
Ho ho ho.

And yet…here you are dancing for my attentions.

Toys for girls and boys, include you?
'Cause you’re plastic and empty. always trying to make children play with it.

I see you’re skipping that whole “oh, do I know you??” part of the process this time.
It is good to see people evolve, even in their old, old age.

Anyway, I am not dancing. Just tapping to the beat.

Watch out folks, we got an old girl coming in the thread full of piss and vinegar. Be careful as she is ferocious and dangerous where she might bite your ankle off.

I’m very connected to myself knowing who I am, I assure you I’m indeed not suffering from an identity crisis despite what the recent yahoos might be saying.

Giddy like a school boy.
The transformation is remarkable.
From brooding dark doomsday prophet, to excited schoolgirl, happy to make fun and pull hair and run away giggling.

I think this is the real you. The other is a cover. A mask…like Joker’s. Painted on grimace.

I’m so glad you’ve taken an interest in me but at the same time it’s kinda weird and gay.

Old girl eh? Ouch.

Older than me, are you not? :sunglasses:

Probably.

I rest my case then. :sunglasses:

Don’t fucking know who you are tbh.
Not that it matters.

Come again? :sunglasses:

Twice, in the same night?

I’m not good with word games and other adolescent linguistic trickery, speak plainly or don’t speak at all. I could honestly care less. :sunglasses:

I couldn’t.

Too bad. :sunglasses:

Well, with such a good research sample, no one can deny your proof.

You just hang on to that universal truth you got about women, Zero.

The underlying clench is fear.

It’s called humor for a little bit of levity, you should try it sometime.

The rest of your post is written out like a Chinese fortune cookie.