Originally Posted by
Everything Nice
Sometimes when you truly love something, you have to kill it.
I believe it was Plato who said that. Or Aristotle. Or the angry old fellow at the subway... Some guy with a beard anyhow, so you just know the person was brainy! And I'd say that holds remarkably true. Sometimes when we love something, we express that love in an uncontrollable, savage, murderous rage. That's a little thing we like to call passion, Pendra. A murderous rage. So, if you think about it, you should be flattered more than anything!