For love's sake...

For you miss, formerly misses, Lakshmi I would give you my love. For you I would eat meat. It was kismet; you and I. I would scar my arms so we could be equals. I would cut my hair for you. I would oyster dive in your sea everyday. For you I would eat meat. For you I would swear off from Salman Rushdie and his creative genius and declare him a western tyrant over eastern orthodoxy. Salman who; the fish? For you I would become a consumer again. My love, I would never think, "I could do better," because let's be honest, I couldn't. I would give up saying "balls" even though it's the truest form of hilarity I know. We are both beautiful spoiled only children from Madras. With you I'd give up reading fiction, so we could look through catalogs and magazines and conceptualize our futures through the lenses of society. For you miss Lakshmi, I would only dream of you. For you I would always squeeze the toothpaste tube from beginning to end. I would never judge you or get angry with you when you would go out wearing clothing that consists of little to no fabric. I would stop smoking for you. I would stop being over critical of society; especially those of the beautiful celebrity kind, kind of like yourself, but not you. I would hate every other man in the world for you. Padma, I'd hate every other woman in the world. I would dress normally. For you I would learn any language so we could celebrate our kindred hearts in secrecy. Padma, for you, I wouldn't recycle my underwear. If you thought K-Fed was cool and a reasonable human being, so would I. We could think about god, the world, and nihilism together. For you, I would wear socks. For you I would stop dreaming for me, and I would dream your dreams. Rachel Ray who? We could spend hours in the kitchen sweating to the heat not only of our love but to the heat of your desirous dinner. I'd actually get a college degree for you. I'd leave New York for you...maybe. I'd take your last name. I'd take your first name. I'd do the weird hyphen thing. I'd desire to be a billionaire for you. We could name our kids after planets, fruits, cool British names, or overly unique eastern names. For you, I'd workout. For you, I'd give yoga another chance. I'd eat slow to consider the fact that my clothes were not meant to be a bib. I'd watch TV with you. I'd listen to Nickelback for you. I'd get butt implants for you. I would never be critical of anything you wear, and I'd never once condemn you for the evil pollution that only money can bring. For you my love, I'd stop overanalyzing everything, and just be with you.

Hell... I'd just love you...


Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy