Musings of two married sock knitters
There's this catchy little song in Fassbinder's Querelle with the refrain "Each man kills the thing he loves." Is Angus perhaps an afficionado of German cinema?
Where does Franklin come up with this stuff?Hairy little savage, eh? Hmm...
Seeing as my basement is too full of sawdust and broken shop vacs to set up the television and DVD player, if Angus is an aficionado of German cinema, he's watching it somewhere else. My best guess is that Angus is a misguided aficionado of vampire movies. Or, as I've suggested before, an arse.
Oh crap, Yarrow loves me in that same way. Their tiny little brains can't understand how much weaker our hides are than theirs. Beasts. My personal beast has taken to attempting to roughly groom a spot of poison ivy I have on my chin. I respond by grooming him with water. Lots of water.
Yeah, I've been trying to show my love with a spray bottle. Sometimes, I miss. Oddly, the Fool doesn't see it as love.
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