Love is…

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Matt Groening (1954 – )“Life in Hell”
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8 Responses to Love is…

  1. modestypress says:

    Possibly you emerge with an ice weasel coat.

  2. Matt Groening is a wise person, love is a bnitch!

    Yet somehow love is worth all the pain and confusion. Lust and infatuation can be pursued but love hides and waits until you are totally unsuspecting, then it leaps out at you and captures you. Perhaps for a while, perhaps for a lifetime.

    There – I haven’t mentioned Kahlil Gibran at all 😆

  3. truce says:

    Mr Random – but then, the nice people from PETA would come and throw red paint over you in the street. Which would be typical.

    Archie – you can mention Kahlil Gibran to me as much as you like!

  4. I’m so proud that Groening is from Portland.

  5. truce says:

    He is? I didn’t know that. *chalks up 2 to Portland on the ‘Men With Whom I’d Like To Have Dinner’ board*

    How does one pronounce his name, by the way? Should it sound like groaning or greening?

  6. Michael the little boot says:

    Surfed in from Vanity press. (Is “surfed in” still a valid phrase?) Hope my two cents will be appreciated. Or at least okay.

    It’s pronounced Gray-ning.

  7. truce says:

    Hi Michael – very much appreciated, thank you 🙂

  8. Michael the little boot says:

    No problem.

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