Love and hate are separated by a fine line of time and place, touch and taste. Love is grace while hates a waste. The lords people say amen again and again and again again. If they’d gave a save the date, then finally they might save some face, save some kates from playing spades, and save some nates from shades of jade. Not too little but much too late. Jealousy is a luxury reserved for boredom and those who wait. Envy is the wine of the rich and the fat, the rats sans the cats, and the silk-lined jacket diplomats. Power absolutely corrupts. Corn gets shucked. we all get fucked. Love is an absolute power shaped by obsession, passion, and the balancing act between the two. Kindness is key, finding beauty in things while getting kicked in the teeth, a grasp and release, a jagged-edged piece. To need is to want and to tease and to taunt. Beauty is in the eyes of the bewildered. Ugly is as ugly does and ugly tends to be. Boredom breeds lust and greeds, vanities and pomp. It is what it is, what it is, what it is.