Promise me everything beyond anything I’d ever hoped. Hire a hit-man to kill me and tell him all my secrets. Then, start acting incoherent, drench me in gasoline, and for my birthday, set me on fire and disappear without a word or trace.

Ah, love. Your tender mercies are so rich, and flagrant.

Jan 20, 2012

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