There was nothing remotely romantic about it.
No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic.
So what exactly did I consider so god-damned important
that I had to shelve each and every one of my convictions?
Secured. Mutually rea**ured... of our consistency.
But your defense rejects what (you claim) you believe.
Because what the f** is so "sociable"
about animal confinement, torture, union-busting, s**ism and...
isn't it strange how you don't call anymore?