Disclaimer: Not to dissuade from a healthy, self injected dose, of the swine-flu virus.
Do not be fooled.
There has never been a vehicle in the history of automotive production more capable of maintaining resemblance to form, even driving, concealing a state of decay beyond one's wildest imagination.
There's something different about a Pig's skin, almost magical, as it has a distinct ability to cohesively bond FeO2 molecules together with enough strength to appear as though it's solid, disguising in an apparitional state, it's rotted nature, while their very hearts cry out to one's subconscious with an unavoidable spell just like a Siren at the shore of a whirlpool.
Within an instant, you're stripped of any ability to make sound, rationale, subjective judgements, and their melodic song penetrates into the depths of your soul, exclaiming:
(Cue music from the psychotic purple Dino show)
"I love you,
You love me,
I am really not rusty.
So take me home and you will start to see, how deceptive I can be."
Embedded is a challenge of epic proportions, one that requires a dedication unlike any imaginable, because YOU CAN'T SAY NO to her and before you know it, you'll cave to all get deceptive demands, without care or concern for logic.
She loves you....give her everything she needs to show that you love her too.
Doesn't sound like a big deal, until she begins to demand pink unicorns and little leprechauns, that you'll scour the earth for to appease, or after you begin to sweep up the rust in 5 gallon buckets and she convinces you that she needs to eat and only cannibalism will satiate. You, not batting an eye, hunt earth for her wretched meals of her own kinds skin.
Some aren't as demanding as others, when it comes to their heart, fully accepting a transplant, while there are a rare strain of early F'd that DEMAND heart surgery, not accepting any other organs but their own.
Finishing touches??
Ha. Hours upon hours of eye bleeding perusals of the internet, emails to the far reaches of the globe, with the same intensity as a crack head looking for his next fix, with a borderline orgasmic reaction when finding, not only a pink unicorn part, but NIB NOS, without care that it's origin will elicit special treatment from Customs, possibly them even knocking on your door to hand deliver.
Having no experience beyond being lulled into this soft, fuzzy, "she loves me" state, personally, I can only imagine the confusion one feels upon satisfying her every desire, once she's returned to glory, but speculate it's 50% "I did it, I showed her all the love she wanted, and 50% "I finally beat the b.....h and won."
All that said:
C'mon.
Jump in, the swirling waters of the whirlpool feel fine.
