Detachment.
Okay, control.
I can't separate
This is all stuck into oneIf I had tear ducts,
single idea
they'd look like this.
preposterous there isn't a single connotation you haven't thought of yet
that's untrue, we've thought of a lot
your thoughts, though rational and surely intelligent, are of no concern in this matter
you'll have to explain that
i wish i had the time but really we must be going
i hesitate while semantics still beckon
your fucking semantics, you're as bad as a junk addict fucking an abcess
oh my darling, how lovely you wax poetic
i do it only to please you
kiss me now, you mother fucker
*they kiss, as his knife stabs machine gun bullets in his own side
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