I completely understand, you "get it" in a deeper level than you give yourself credit for.. Do not seek to understand Zsu Zsu. It is as frustrating as asking her why she is crying.

The brief outline of this art installation for Burning Man 2008 is here: www.MutantVehicle.com/zsu_zsu.htm

Enjoy, and welcome to romantic hell.

Wait, You've never met her?

< Or, put differently, hypthotically for you, I guess >:

You've never met "the one," the one you absolutely knew that "she's the one for me, we were meant for each other, and she knows it, but,(^($%....?

...the fucking bitch,"

yes, at times, she moves on, wherever, I mean, WHEREVER, sucking it up wherever, if only in her mirror, or her current projected self image, some may say "like a vampire," licking it up, giggling under the veneer of her askance at you, at everything, as if you don't SEE it, shining solely for the attention and then enthusiams and desire of others, everything, of herself, sukcing it all in from you as if it were a popsicle, a physical vacuum, a collosal gaping black hole, inverted fire, if you let it, the wench, thinking it is love or something like it, riding it like a rocket, you, her, everything...

.......except, I know, she knows...:

Get over it, she and I are meant for each other, it's cosmic, it's the greatest love story of all time, as soon as she accepts it wholeheartedly, and, yes, openly so, so as for you, no more vampire voodoo sexy love magic on you, you saying you are meant for her, and all that...

...and there's nothing Jelly or Grin or anyone and their little altars can do anything about it...!

Oh, and, SOMEBODY PLEASE ixne that miserable rat of hers !