NOTHING SAYS LOVE LIKE WARM HEARTS

That pile of hearts I chain-sawed out of them whores and boys scouts and made into a squishy, big heart shape was indeed an inspired gesture!!! The boy scouts represent loyalty and being prepared and cleanliness, while the whores represent getting really drunk and catching a disease -- the two sides of love if ever there were two ...

M., though... how can I ever 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, horrible, demented 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 and putting it on a pole that I hung on the venerable Michigan Avenue drawbidge, in the heart of downtown during rush hour, where the traffic back-ups would give drivers-by plenty of Gawk time. 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, to get this kind of idiotic treatment, you have to go down to Florida to Jeb Bushville.