In love with my own lust pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain a few seconds apart in denial about what pain? this is about having fun being human it's ok for me to be a sexual man it's hormonal I couldn't stop it if I wanted to it's natural it makes me a man how strange: reality really is the best form of poetry but my brain seems made to interpret symbols as if they were the underlying reality and they are not it helps to remember symbols are not reality lust never sleeps