A loathing reminder came into my life, it induced me to no longer have hunger for love of no meaning. Which now seems like a
salt-free, sugarless diet. I'd rather be a free bird and have my options open, than being tied to one useless dead dust of the male species
that will (in a matter of time) fail each love song on your playlist. Concluding to Lena Mascara's interview
on viceland which couldn't be better left unsaid.