I'm not going to give you any reasons, I aint got any, do I?
The writers, in duality, the both, the two, the plural, walk into a wallll (fo(u)r L’s); one has to go home to a endereing wife, the other has to go home. The problem with Love (capital Elle, thanks Ellie) isss that it isss (triple ess hisses) electric AND requires conductors, (I’m speaking of both types of coarse: something it can travel along akin to a track, and also a grand overseer, someone to organize, direct and orchestrate). I abhour th e two of them, their lecherous control over the creative formation of an otherwise slimpery yolk. Their pattying of fingers on keys, little lifetime decision m4k3rs.