false hope hits me often, like a blow to the face--ouch. I really love my friends, as in I am in love with them, all of them. I see the sort of altruism in them I wish I had. envy is a boat, like a 1996 Dodge Caravan in water. my love is a boat, like a Ferrari on the Utah salt flats. my love is vengeance. my love is freely handed out candy on Halloween kids ecstatic that the priest is handing them a treat in the confession booth. my love is a priest and my friends are God and little children. this may be my one regret.