sprinting through unfamiliar territory

i think i had forgotten what it was like to have someone love you; or maybe, i never really knew how love was supposed to feel... you know, without the "i'll give you money if you pretend you love me in public" spiel.

it's a strange feeling: gambling your own fanciful ideals on this peculiar being, and then demanding high expectations for yourself to be honest and open with this persistent, but lovable, tumor; the possibility of having both poop-bots fully committed in helping to achieve something better for the other; reorganizing your preexisting basis of communication into a positive entity, instead of continuing to prune in your disparaging quagmire; genuinely (and unwaveringly) caring about the well-being, safety, sanity, etc. of another humanoid (i could continue, but i won't because it kind of grosses me out) - it's truly an oddity.

i could possibly compare this feeling to throwing six spurred fighting cocks into a cage and be fully cognizant that all of them will survive; albeit, in a bloody mess, but overcome, nonetheless.

two really cool websites:
KOP BUSTERS
CURIOUSITIES?