satire/heartache.

do you put love and intercourse together, or do you separate them?

i think i’m becoming very sentimental. this is not good. not good at all.

it all boils down to one thing.

underneath the icy exterior is always a raging heart, burning with feral energy.

of course, as with all fires, they all come to be extinguished sometime.

no can do.

i confess my disappointment. and yes, remain silent i shall.