When things are bad and I'm under stress, I keep reminding myself that killing my pathetic ex would constitute murder and land me in a place that would not appreciate my delicate disposition and refined nature. NOT killing him appears to be more heroic than killing him, and, so I don't. To me, that is real grace under pressure coz the motherfucker deserves to die. Slowly and painfully--like in the clutches of the Iron Maiden or similar.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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