...this time, we ride roller coasters into the ocean...

I have thusly established my wonderful sekkstastic and fabulously fabulous rules to the MALE SPECIES, reguarding one Lana A, otherwise known as she who writes this currently and will also obnoxiously be reffering to herself in the third person henceforth, making herself sound extraordinarilly stupid, but not caring. They are as follows:

a) Monogamy and Lana do not get along. They look at each other with evil squinty eyes. SQUIIINTY EYES. They do not play well.

b) Lana will develop on a concept known as COMMUNAL LOVE. She loves to love. Alot. And also is, as someone who thinks that the body as a canvass is one of the most gorgeous possible things on this earth, keen on expressing physically her emotions for others. She does not think the confines of a monogomous relationship allow this. Hence rule a.

c) Lana will find a number, (this number, anywhere between 2ish and beyond, will be evermorhping as days and wind are, and it shall be vunderful in all of its morphic-power and sexiness) of people with whom she can be very much in love with, at the same time as not incorperating jeolosy into the mix of things, as when Lana is with this one person, they will concentrate on their love for each other. Outside of that, there should be other loves. Love is all encompassing, but that does not limit it to one only person...on the contrary, I'd say...

d) These people will feel at least vaugely as Lana does about the concept of love as a scattered and vast and sprawling thing, one that is diffrent and sexy and amazing in it's own way with each person that one experiences it with, though if they differ they will be aware of said feelings on Lana's part, and willing to embrace it, at least to the extent of acceptance.

e)There will also be those with which Lana has a set and mentioned relationship with that revolves soley around physicality, along the lines of a "one-night-stand". These will be exciting, but nothing more then that.

f) Lana should not be so presumptuous so as to think that love will mold itself around her silly little lettered list. But she'll hope.

*lana*