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Started by Q. G. Pennyworth, November 06, 2014, 09:08:02 PM

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Q. G. Pennyworth

I love you all.

I love you like a teenager, with no restraint or common sense or context. I love you without reservation or self-preservation. There's a lump in my throat and a pain in my chest and it feels exactly like dying. I love you like I can't breathe. I love you like a stalker, your picture on a secret altar. My heart beats like a war drum and I am swept along helplessly. I love you like broken glass and bricks and bottles. I love you like it will tear me apart.

I love you like a freight train with no brakes and a drunk at the wheel. My knees are shaking and I can't make them stop. I love you like a 8.5 on the Richter scale and not a single building is up to code. I love you like burning rubble. I love you like a school of starving piranhas. I am skin-hungry. I will eat you whole.

I love you like the end of the world. I love you like a crescendo that never ends but keeps rising until my ears bleed. I love you like a city rising from the depths, like a comet crashing to the earth. I love you like a mushroom cloud. I love you like galaxies colliding and spawning new stars in a catastrophic explosion of nuclear fury. I am on fire and there is nothing else.

Doktor Howl

This is awesome.

I've been trying to find my "I'M ON FIRE" rant for months.  I think it got ate.  (Mine was totally different from this)

Molon Lube

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Nephew Twiddleton

I've been thinking this one over, and this really does capture a certain kind of love that you managed to put your finger on, and others have only been able to hint at by calling it crazy love.
Strange and Terrible Organ Laminator of Yesterday's Heavy Scene
Sentence or sentence fragment pending

Soy El Vaquero Peludo de Oro

TIM AM I, PRIMARY OF THE EXTRA-ATMOSPHERIC SIMIANS

P3nT4gR4m

Fucking just ... yeah fuck, like seriously. Nailed it!  :eek:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Eater of Clowns

I love you like Change.

Great piece, QG, as always.  :)
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EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

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EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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