If someone says ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too."
The horrible irony, of course, is that its impossible not to love kurt vonnegut
"the landlord asks if we've seen 'em//she'll set traps, but i just spring 'em//my roommates say we should kill them all//but they'll stay up with me//the nights you never call//on those nights you never call"
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