He always appeared to others as ungroomed, for he never grew accustomed to the symbiotic relationship with his hair. His hair never lessened its burden upon him either. Entire mornings were spent using various hair products to tame a lock that refused to obey. Once he was forced to passionately use scissors to quell a revolt, followed by martial law under a restrictive baseball cap.

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Every romantic relationship begins as a great personal experiment. Happiness comes when the results validate the theory that loves exists.

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I often appreciate love for its justifications...

• Love is a pardonable insanity
• Forgive him sir, he suffers from love
• It is a shame, the boy had such promise, but he gave in to the childish belief in love
• His only excuse is that he loves
• Love led him astray
• Another tragic case of love
• Love squanders and abandons all goals held previously
• Why don't you go out and work? I'm in love
• Eat something. I'm love sick
• Say Something. I'm lovestruck
• Leave her. I'm love locked
• Why do you put up with it? Its tough love
• Could you please explain to the court why you climbed the bell tower? Because of love...

Love drives one to extremes and the onlookers to pity.

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Pure evil personified... That would be the devil, not being bound by any laws, not answering to anybody, deciding his own future, defining his own morals, forging his own trail, not honoring tradition, doubting every experience... What's wrong with the devil?

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Pure love personified... Would that be God? There would be no waste, everything would matter, nothing would be abused, no crime and no need for forgiveness, pefectio always improving, every path would be the right path, nothing uncertain, no reason for faith... Couldn't evil fit right into love?