Monday, May 10, 2010

Surgery

So, now i will compare infatuation to surgery. The woman, anesthetizes her victim with her charm and good looks, and lures him into sleepy security. Once that man has his eyes closed, she begins to string tiny iron chords around his heart...now, by this time, he is slowly becoming more and more wary of how much power she has over him. Unfortunately it is too late. He is brought back to reality all at once when she takes all of the iron chords, and with one monstrous pull, his heart is wrenched from his chest. She leaves before he can fully recover, and he is then forced to walk around the earth feeling the icy cold air on the exposed red flesh of his inner chest, in the very location his heart used to be.

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