love_rhombus unhinged yeah, it's all fucked up again 031124 ... oldephebe tell us about it unhinged..very interesting blathe title..and i sucked, i mean remedially sucked at geometry..so though i do at least know what a rhombus is.. never thought i'd see it used this cleverly though..nicely done..and sure that does nothing to ameliorate your angst but still, geometric shapes used poetically or to illustrate the insoluble intransigence of the whole love equation thing..and its sometimes secondary or tertiary but nonetheless equally exasperating and fullfilling constituent dependant relationships...okay..i'm gone..borgesian bread can't be easily broken down..the heartheld out and competing allegiances and all that..i dunno..but still tell us about unhinged..if you feel like it ... 031124 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong geometric_love much? 031124 ... unhinged yeah, we've all heard of love triangles but every now and then it's four people instead of three. and once, a few years ago, i was in the same situation with the same girl and two different boys; i was telling my friend burke about the situation (the details of which i don't remember anymore) and in all his infinite stoner wisdom he looked at me and said something to the affect of 'shit nikki, that's fucked up. that ain't no love square, that's a love_rhombus man.' this is a stilted rhombus, some sides shorter than others. or maybe a rhombus with only one diagonal. and now that i've fallen out of love with my side and she's fallen out of friendship/love with her side, i find myself being intensely crush attracted to her side. and even though it's only a hypothetical crush that i couldn't do much about cause i'm eight hours away now, the temptation of a physical situation that could happen in the future makes me ponder; would i do anything with him if the opportunity presented itself? not only because she is one of my best friends, but because every guy i've ever had sex with i end up hating. every single one. yeah, this is all fucked up again. 031124 what's it to you? who go blather from