It's A Metaphor, See: You Put The

At The End, We Brought Her To New York, Where I Was Living, For A Series Of Experimental Tortures That Increased The Misery Of Her Days Without Increasing The Number Of Them.

And I Wanted To Tell Her That The Pleasure For Me Wasn't Planning Or Doing Or Leaving; The Pleasure Was In Seeing Our Strings Cross And Separate And Then Come Back Together.

In The End, What You Do Isn't Going To Be Nearly As Interesting Or Important As Who You Do It With.

Your Driving Is Unpleasant, But It Isn't Technically Unsafe.

We Were Just Looking At Ideas Of Each Other.