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Post by gregory on Aug 4, 2007 2:18:02 GMT -5
How about if we frolic through the meadows after we kill everything? then we can look at the stars and whatnot..under a candle light dinner... then go back to more senseless slaughter So romance is "that stuff we do together between acts of senseless, brutal violence?" Tell me, do you live in an action movie? I have an English degree, dammit! If I use CAPSLOCK for an entire post, the English Major Mafia might suspend my poetic license and force me to read Jacques Derrida essays, again. That's just not a risk I'm willing to take.
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