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You dare to speak of love to me? Your love is nothing more than a limp and shriveled sardine at the bottom of the can, left to rot under the fearsome tempest of my love, for my love is none other than the sea herself; whose foamy waves rise up each night to stroke my gooch and butthole. I wade out into the tide, my feet shredded by the barnacles outside of my bungalow, and I stand amidst the foam under the light of the full moon and the waves come up and gently lap the gooch and butthole and the very back of my scrotum. I say, "Great ocean, I love thee and thee alone" and then I bust in the waves.