Unlucky: Love is arsenic in your morning tea. It settles in your tissues and persistently, inexorably sweats what’s left of you out of your pores. Another cup, dear?
Lucky: Love is the union of two souls.
Unlucky: Love is dragging a sack of stones through riverbank sludge along a tidal river. The satisfaction comes when it’s all done.
Lucky: Sex is the physical manifestation of the love of one to another.
Unlucky: Well, Bambi, Philip Larkin said that sex was the futile attempt to get someone else to blow your nose.
Lucky: Love makes the world go ‘round.
Unlucky: Gravitational and magnetic forces make the world go ‘round. Have you heard of Astronomy? Apparently it’s a new science. Dolt!
Lucky: When you have love, nothing else matters.
Unlucky: Yeah, except who’s going to do the grocery shopping, pay the bills, clean the bathroom and cook the meals? Love, indeed.
Lucky: Some people are just meant to be together.
Unlucky: Most people are together because they are afraid of themselves. Best not look inward and face my mortality, I’ll bury that angst in another.
Lucky: “I love you.” These are the three most powerful words in the world.
Unlucky: Bullshit. “Power of Attorney”. These three words carry significantly more weight than any declaration of love.
Lucky: Jesus loves the children of the world.
Unlucky: Really? Whose children? Surely not the impoverished, famine-stricken, disease-ridden children (too often victims of religious/racial wars) who die unnecessarily each day? How does your benevolent spirit lord demonstrate that love? What does he do to alleviate their suffering?
Lucky: We need to love our enemies.
Unlucky: Fuck you! I hate my enemies. Do you love Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini and Franco? Oh, that’s right; many of you Christians supported them in their efforts. That’s recent history, Bitch.
Luck: God is love.
Unlucky: God is a myth. Where does that leave love?