If I have a weakness today beyond being very tired and having syphilitic fever, it is loving too much.

Take this piece on WULAD, for example. I love it. Too much.

But if loving too much makes me weak, I don't want to be decapitated in a Saudi Arabian hovel, leaving my mail order Thai widow to weep among the wolves.

Analogcabin @ 12:10 PM
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