See how sensitive and sensible I am?
And yet somehow women end up asking me if I'm the devil.
I like to keep heartfelt people warm and cuddly.
Hope the strangulation isn't too discomforting.
Sometimes it takes a life to take a life.
In the meantime find a measure of volatility enough to not care about your superficial delusions.
Entrails around your neck will only make you even more cold and distasteful.
Do you think we could arrange to meet in person and eat your spleen, while I separate your tongue into six different slices (I know six seems odd, but I so do enjoy numbers that are divisible by 1,2,3)