valentines.txt

The trees are in misery. The birds do not sing to you, my valentine, they just screech in pain.
We can live in harmony, valentine, the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.
Valentine, without you I would be like the cows in a field, and I don't want to live like that.
Valentine, we have mutual respect for each other, even as we both plan each other's murder.
Valentine, together we will boil water and stop fish.
Valentine, love is not analysis, it is an agitation of the mind.
Valentine, the thought of you has sunk deep into me as a wolf's tooth sinks into the carcass of its prey.
Valentine, in your eyes I see the light, the heat; also chaos, hostility, and murder.
Every grey hair on my head, I call you, Valentine.
Valentine, from the forbidden recesses of my heart's darkest chamber I chose these flowers for you. They are ferns.
Valentine, much like the black ice that presently covers this cruel city, our love is stubborn and insidious.
Valentine, like a stanza in a poem written in an unknown foreign tongue, you shake me to the core.
Valentine, be the unforgiving tundra to my deranged penguin.
Valentine, I love you as I love the jungle: against my better judgment. 
Valentine, we ought to be grateful that the Universe out there knows no smile.