violence spreads its drape
for the love of god, stop making eye contact. I don't need to know you want to look at me all the time. really, seriously, truly, I feel loved...extraordinarly loved (always, deeply, etc., etc.). but sometimes it's nice to feel as existentially detatched as possible. I'm not saying I'm always looking for astral projection here, but geez, would it kill you to concentrate just a wee bit harder and keep your damn eyes shut?