That pile of hearts that I chain-sawed out of them whores and boys scouts and made into a squishy, big heart shape was indeed an inspired gesture!!! The boys scouts represent loyalty and being prepared, while the whores represent getting really drunk and catching a disease -- the two sides of love if ever there were two sides.
M... though... Why do I even expect her to understand true romance when I spell out her name and 'I love you' with severed fingers and she somehow - with her magical thinking, changes this tender, loving monument to our love into, quote, "A horrorible, horrorible thing to do." Where does she get this stuff? Sometimes I think she is sneaking off to church or something really sick like that.
Geez, it's not like I did that to her mother.. oh, wait, yes I did... before cutting off her head and hanging it on a pole downtown on the Michigan avenue bridge during rush hour. Probably shouldn't tell her that -- the whole leaving your family to make a new one metaphor is probably lost on her too.
She wants me to cut down on the killing, then she does something like this which will drive a spree killing that this city will never forget, until the next one... some hours later (if I am lucky, and time the last kill just right, mine will fall during the newscycle before the next spree killer knocks me out of the evening news; amazing how much stuff I have to keep track of in this techno-world of ours -- I long for the old spree killing days, when my being a white and sort-of lower, lower middle class citizen was enough to blame the poor and black even when I was covered in blood and wearing one of my severed head necklesses... these days, you have to go down to Florida to get this kind of treatment).